Chapter 87 — The Rift Between Songs
I. The Shattering Horizon
The dawn above Ilyra was wrong.
It looked the same — twin suns rising, air shimmering with resonance — but every sound felt off.
The Song of Becoming, once perfect, had a missing note.
Eryndor stood on the balcony of the Citadel, staring into the glowing mist where the horizon met the void. He could feel it, even if no one else could: a vibration beneath creation, faint but real, like a c***k running through the heart of the universe.
Lani’thra joined him, her robe trailing light.
“You feel it too,” she whispered.
He nodded. “The harmony’s shifting. Something’s… answering it from beyond.”
She frowned. “From beyond?”
Eryndor turned to her, eyes reflecting the gold of sunrise.
“The Infrasphere didn’t just awaken — it re
