The air in the sanctuary grew impossibly cold, stealing the very breath from Zayn’s lungs. The impossible sky above them, usually a swirling tapestry of alien hues, intensified, coalescing into a single, blinding point of pure, unadulterated light. It wasn't a message this time. It was a presence. A crushing, overwhelming force, focused solely on them. Zayn felt it, deep in his bones, a cosmic hammer poised to strike.
"The deviation… must be corrected." The words weren't heard, but felt, resonating through his very being, shaking the sanctuary to its core. This was not a warning. This was the reckoning.
Aria cried out, clutching her head, her body trembling violently. "They're trying to… to unmake us!" Her voice was a raw, primal scream. "They're twisting causality!"
The ethereal light
