The world around Tyler seemed to splinter as if the very fabric of reality had been ripped apart. The rift's overwhelming energy surged through him, a torrent of raw power that he could barely comprehend, let alone control. His senses twisted in a kaleidoscope of light and shadow, and for a moment, he couldn’t tell where his body ended and the energy began. He was caught in the rift, lost in its endless churn, its pull relentless and unforgiving.
The sensation was disorienting, a whirlwind of disjointed thoughts and fragmented images. He could still hear Amara’s voice, faint but clear, calling out to him. Her words were like a distant echo, fading in and out with each pulse of the rift’s power. You have to go… before it’s too late…
But where was she?
Tyler’s chest tightened with panic.
