Erend felt it clearly now. This was the moment. He needed to summon Khepra-Ankh before it was too late.
With Zerathul's time power still fractured and unstable, the ancient being was vulnerable enough to be fought by usual close combat means. But if that power fully awakened again, the battle would tip beyond control just like before.
Zerathul lifted his head and fixed his gaze on Erend. The tentacles around his mouth and nose flailed violently, writhing as if they shared his rage.
Black energy pulsed along his body, reacting to the cracks spreading through the rings that bound his time power.
Then Zerathul roared and surged forward.
Erend reached inward without hesitation. His consciousness plunged deep into the system, past his pain, fear, and his exhaustion. He reached for the presence he had held back for so long.
Khepra-Ankh.
The connection snapped into place instantly.
"I will come soon," the Psychopomp Dragon said, his voice echoing through Erend's mind.
