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It would be visible for nearly all those within the Northern parts of Gauthrel.
And for those in the know, which is mostly natives, they would see the problem immediately. A great Rend had been opened up in the air above Gauthrel, tearing apart the sky, the very fabric of reality. It stretched from the ground upward to unfathomable heights. While no one could possibly know this, this was the single largest Rend ever formed, ever since the first rupturing spark took hold of a mortal.
But nothing came through the Rend into Gauthrel.
Instead, the mountain the Rend was formed next to began to move. It moved slowly, heading straight for the portal, but it moved. For miles in all directions, the ground shook with each step from the mountain. For any with a sharp enough mind, they would be able to tell that it would take roughly twenty bits for the mountain to reach and pass through the rend.
And for those with incredibly sharp eyes, they would be able to see a group of men and women atop the mountain, arms held up and outward toward the Rend. And all across the surface of the mountain, movement could be seen, much like one might see a swarm of ants moving through the grass. But these were not ants. These were thralls. Legions of them.
Charles Lemont and Shareen were there, watching, awaiting their orders, having already relayed what they were seeing to Faith and the other Zuuda in the area. For not only were they witnessing a mountain move toward a massive portal, protected by an army of undead, they could see what it was moving toward. On the other side of the Rend, was Rharne's own mountain.
And Abanaxus was on a collision course with it.


