Amara staggered backward, her eyes fixed on the figure emerging from the rift. It was neither like the being she had just faced nor anything she had encountered before. Its form seemed to shift and shimmer, flickering between human-like features and something entirely otherworldly. It radiated an intense, suffocating energy that made the air around it hum with tension.
The first being—the one that had claimed her as a sacrifice—recoiled, its once-unshakable demeanor crumbling into something resembling fear. “No... This cannot be. You were not meant to awaken.”
The new figure stepped fully from the rift, its feet barely touching the ground as it hovered with an aura of unrestrained power. Its voice was deep, resonant, and carried the weight of eternity. “You meddled with forces you do not
