The words hit the link and Quinlan took them at face value because he couldn't afford to do otherwise. His vision was three smeared images of a battlefield that was trying to kill him.
The [Warp Gate] collapsed. The portal frayed and dissolved as the last of his mana gave out.
All that remained was Quinlan, Blossom, Rosie, and Morgana against a continent's worth of enemies.
"YOU LET THEM LEAVE!"
Ragnar's voice shattered across the field. He was fighting Alexios and four of his own elites were fighting beside him, trying to create an opening for their king to disengage, and the dwarven king was screaming past the golden longsword swinging for his vitals.
"If the Primordial Villain escapes too, every last one of you will be beheaded by me! Converge!"
Alexios laughed. The Warrior King batted aside a dwarven elite with the flat of his blade and pressed forward, grinning with blood running down his face, treating the four-on-one like the most fun he'd had in ages - which was true.
