THE EYE OF TRUTH
Kael fell.
Not in the slow, ordinary sense, but in a way that made every fiber of his being scream against the void. Gravity, time, and reality had abandoned him. He tumbled through a kaleidoscope of color and shadow, each second stretching into a lifetime, each heartbeat reverberating in infinite echoes. The Moon claw — immense, cold, pulsating with intelligence older than memory — had retreated only inches from him, but the rift had no rules here.
The air was thick with static, shimmering threads of energy wrapping around him, probing. Every pulse tugged at his mind. Every shadow whispered secrets he had never wanted to hear. Memories he had buried, instincts he had fought, doubts he had hidden from even himself — all rose to meet him, twisted and sharpened by the rif
