The first wave hit the dimensional gate before anyone could react.
Not Valorin's operatives—something else. Something that came through the breaches, responding to Uru's call for help.
They were not soldiers. Not warriors. They were beings from the suppressed realities, shaped by physics that did not fully align with standard reality. Their forms were wrong angles and colors that hurt to look at. But their intent was clear.
We are here. We will fight.
The Valorin forces at the gate scattered as the suppressed beings poured through. Energy weapons fired, but the beings shifted around the blasts, existing in states that could not be hit.
Owen felt the shift through his connection to Lord. Something was happening at Drak'thar.
"Uru," he called through the comm. "What's happening at home?"
"Help." Her voice was strained. "I called for help. They answered."
"Who?"
