The grip on Tyler's wrist tightened, and the world around him continued to distort, the rift pulling him deeper into its chaotic maw. Every instinct screamed at him to break free, to fight, but the shadowy figure that held him seemed to have a strength that was beyond human, beyond anything he had ever felt. It wasn’t just pulling him into the rift—it was dragging him into a place where the very fabric of reality had come undone.
His heart raced as he struggled against the force, his thoughts spiraling. “Who are you?” he gasped, his voice barely audible over the low hum that vibrated through the air. “What is this place? What do you want from me?”
The figure did not answer immediately. For a moment, it seemed to be studying him, as if deciding how much of the truth it should reveal. Then
