The figure before them was like nothing Tyler or Amara had ever seen. Its presence filled the air with an oppressive weight, a suffocating aura that seemed to warp the very fabric of reality around them. The light emanating from it flickered, casting long, strange shadows that danced across the fractured landscape. Its golden eyes locked onto them, cold and merciless, as if it were the embodiment of some ancient force—one that had watched the world for far longer than either of them could comprehend.
"I am the end," the figure repeated, its voice a low, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate in their bones.
Amara's breath caught in her throat. "The end of what?"
The figure took a step forward, the ground beneath its feet trembling as if acknowledging its power. Its cloak rippled, darkening
