It started with the sky turning a shade of purple. The Chat—the mystical voice that announces the deeds of the world—screamed in red letters: THE ASTRAL ISLAND HAS APPEARED.
He charged into the wall of iron and magic, not to win, but to buy time. He felt the cold steel of enemy blades strike him, his health vaporizing. He fell to his knees, the world graying out. The last thing he saw was Lyra and the Sky Wardens vanishing through a portal, the Totem secure. booga booga reborn
Balthazar's mind reeled as he tried to process this information. He looked down at his hands and saw that they were no longer the same. They were younger, smoother, and they seemed to glow with a soft, pulsing light. It started with the sky turning a shade of purple