The world broke apart in silence.
When the light finally receded, Ren and Lyra stood on a plain of silver dust beneath a fractured sky. The air shimmered faintly with the aftertaste of battle, starlight and ash mingling as if even creation itself was catching its breath.
Ren’s steps left faint trails of gold across the ground. Each pulse from his chest echoed with fragments of the Citadel’s fading resonance. He could still feel the weight of what had been lost. I’m starting to think we’ve crossed a boundary we can’t return from.
Lyra turned slowly, her eyes wide as the horizon shifted. Towering shards of crystal hung in the sky, suspended by unseen gravity. Fragments of entire worlds reflected within them, cities, oceans, and constellations that no longer existed. “It’s like… memory tur
