INTO THE RIFT
The claw was massive. Blindingly pale. Sharp enough to tear through stone, reality, and sanity itself. Kael’s body was pinned in midair by a force colder than death and older than time. Every muscle screamed, every sinew straining against the pull. Around him, the Eye of the Seal vibrated violently, reality fracturing into a million shards of light and darkness.
Nara lunged, silver chains snapping into existence, wrapping around Kael’s legs. Sparks flared, the chains burning like molten lightning. She yanked with every ounce of her strength, but the Moon’s claw was patient. Relentless. Infinite.
“Kael!” Lyra’s voice rang out, her golden aura flaring in frantic bursts, trying to stabilize the fissure in the Eye. “Hold on! Don’t let it take you!”
Riven’s claws dug into the
