Amara’s body tumbled through the abyss, the swirling darkness pulling at her like the tendrils of some massive creature. She tried to brace herself for the impact, but the very air around her seemed to warp and shift, twisting in impossible ways. Her senses were assaulted by the weight of the rift’s power, an overwhelming force that made it feel like her very soul was being crushed. Every moment felt like a lifetime, and yet, she was falling faster and faster, swallowed by the void.
The last thing she saw before everything around her became a blur was the colossus, its massive form straining against the pull of the rift, its face a mask of rage and confusion. Then the ground—if it could even be called ground—split beneath her, and she fell deeper into the unknown.
Her mind raced. What ha
