Merciless led the charge, his hand wrapped tightly around Ana's unconscious form carrying her in a princess carry as they all quickly plunged through the unstable vortex. His servants followed closely behind, their bodies flickering with the residual energies of the barrier.
For a brief moment, everything was chaos—an intense pressure squeezing against them, as if the very fabric of space was fighting to eject them.
Ana's weakened core pulsed erratically, barely able to maintain stability. Merciless felt her grip tighten as they were hurled forward, their forms bending and twisting through the currents of energy.
Then, as suddenly as it began, the chaos ceased.
They were through.
And on the other side.
"Follow closely, my servants; I can feel the energy renewing themselves, and I'm very sure everyone but me and Ana will perish. If we were to be cast back out directly into the interior of that energy space, within the energy wall she broke for use to get through."
