Tyler’s body slammed into the jagged rocks beneath him, the impact stunning him for a split second. His vision blurred, and his head spun, but the overwhelming force of the creature’s presence kept him grounded. He could feel the vibrations of its movements, the oppressive weight of the Primordial One’s energy sweeping through the rift like a storm.
He struggled to push himself up, his breath ragged in his chest. His body ached, but his mind—his mind was alert. He had to get up. He couldn’t afford to stay down. Not with Amara in danger. Not with the world on the brink of collapse.
Above him, the sky seemed to warp and distort, the very fabric of reality shuddering under the strain of the battle that was unfolding. The rift—the tear between worlds—was widening, the darkness pouring throug
