The presence that emerged was unlike anything Amara had ever encountered. Its form was undefined, shifting between shadow and light, yet its aura was suffocatingly real. The threads surrounding the Cradle bent toward it, drawn as if it were their origin and their end. A deep, resonant voice echoed—not in her ears, but in her very mind.
"You have disturbed the balance, child."
Amara’s breath hitched. The energy around her crackled, making the air heavy. She clutched the dim core, her fingers trembling.
“Who—what are you?” she demanded, forcing her voice to steady.
The being’s form pulsed, its edges flickering like a dying flame. It was neither wholly visible nor invisible, a paradox that made her head spin.
"I am the Void Between," it answered, its tone devoid of emotion. "The guardian
