The voice echoed through the rift, its cold, malevolent tone sending a shiver down Tyler’s spine. "She’s mine now."
His entire body tensed as the swirling chaos around him seemed to pulse in rhythm with the voice. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to retreat, to get out of the rift before it consumed him too. But his resolve hardened. He had come this far. He had to reach Amara, even if it meant facing whatever monstrosity was speaking now.
He pushed forward, the disorienting swirl of light and shadow threatening to tear him apart. But something was different now—an oppressive weight seemed to settle over him as if the rift itself had noticed his intrusion. His breath grew shallow, and the walls of the vortex seemed to close in, the space around him narrowing into something dark a
