Chapter 124 Outraged

• Bratton’s POV
• The calling card split in my fingers, and before the last fiber finished tearing, the air in front of me cracked open like a breaking mirror.
• A blast of ancient energy rippled outward—so heavy and so old it felt like it pressed against my bones. Then, in the center of that shimmering distortion, a very old man materialized. His hair was long, pure white, sweeping down to his waist, and his beard nearly touched his knees. His presence alone commanded silence.