The fracture roared outward like a living storm.
Reality split into spiraling ribbons around Elara, and Draven, each thread carrying fragments of timelines collapsing, and reforming simultaneously. Entire universes flickered into existence only to dissolve seconds later, unable to survive the violent contradiction spiraling from their merged power.
Elara gasped as she felt herself stretching across dimensions she could not fully see. Her consciousness fractured into reflections some standing beside Draven, others falling into endless voids, others dissolving into blinding birth-light that never stabilized.
“This is getting worse,” she whispered, panic tightening her voice.
Beside her, Draven struggled to hold his form together. Terminus darkness surged violently around him, clashing ag
