The air shifted again, thick with an energy that sent shivers down Tyler’s spine. It was no longer the oppressive weight of the Primordial One, nor the maddening rush of the rift. It was something else—something older, more malevolent. The figure that had emerged from the rift loomed tall and imposing, its presence casting an unnatural shadow over everything around them.
Tyler’s instincts screamed at him to move, to do something. But his legs felt like they were rooted to the ground, his body frozen in place as the figure’s gaze fell upon them.
It was unlike anything he had ever seen. The figure was human in shape, but the air around it rippled with an unnatural aura. Its eyes were cold, glowing with an unearthly blue light, and its presence seemed to distort the very fabric of reality.
