Tyler's body trembled as he pushed himself upright, his breath ragged and shallow. The world around him felt like it was breaking apart at the seams, bending and twisting with each passing moment. He looked up, his eyes locking on Amara’s figure—the woman he had known, the woman he loved, now standing in front of him, not as herself, but as something else entirely.
She was no longer just a person. She was the rift itself. Her body shimmered and rippled with the darkness, the chaotic energy of the rift flowing through her like a storm. Her eyes, once full of warmth and life, were now pure voids—empty, swirling, and insatiable.
"Amara!" he shouted, his voice hoarse. "Please, fight it! This isn’t you!"
Her head tilted slightly, a mocking smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. It wasn’t
