Amara’s heart pounded in her chest as the figure’s voice resonated in her mind. “Run.” It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t an order—it was a command. And for a split second, she hesitated, her body frozen by the weight of the chaos swirling around her. But in that instant, she knew that any further hesitation would be the end of her.
With a primal scream, she turned and bolted. Her legs moved faster than they ever had before, her mind fixated on only one thought: survival.
The world around her seemed to crumble. The ground trembled underfoot, shattering as the force of the rift sent waves of energy through the air, rippling across everything in its wake. The sky above was a molten sea of fire and ice, swirling together in a blinding, violent storm. It was as though the very fabric of reality
