Tyler’s scream tore through the air, a raw, guttural sound of pure desperation. His entire form convulsed as if the power that had once been his ally was now turning against him, unraveling him from the inside out. The rift pulsed violently, its energy swirling in a disorienting spiral that threatened to tear apart the very fabric of reality.
Amara stood frozen, the shard of glass still gripped tightly in her hand, her breath coming in shallow, frantic bursts. She could feel the raw energy around her, the unrelenting pressure of it pressing in from all sides. It felt like a living thing, something sentient and feral, pulling her deeper into its chaos.
But then, the new figure—the one who had emerged from the shadows—stepped forward again. The figure’s eyes were blazing with power, their
