The figure emerging from the rift was unlike anything Tyler had ever encountered. Its form was humanoid but impossibly vast, its outline shifting and flickering as though it were made of pure energy. A radiant aura surrounded it, a swirling mass of light and shadow that seemed to consume the very air.
Tyler instinctively stepped back, the heat and force of the figure’s presence nearly driving him to his knees. The rift behind it pulsed ominously, growing larger with each passing moment, the chamber trembling as if it might collapse under the strain.
The figure spoke, its voice resonating like thunder and whispers combined, each word shaking Tyler to his core.
“You have severed the chains, mortal,” it said, its tone neither angry nor kind but imbued with an authority that made Tyler’s ch
