The ground beneath Amara shook with the force of the colossal being's arrival, its shadow stretching across the landscape like the eclipse of a dying sun. The air was thick with the crackling energy of the rift, and the dark forces spilling out of it seemed to consume everything they touched. It felt as though the entire world was being warped, twisted, and reshaped into something unrecognizable.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and every instinct screamed at her to run, to flee from the monstrosity that loomed in front of her. But there was nowhere to go. The rift had torn open the world’s fabric, and with it, an army of creatures had begun to spill forth—each one darker and more terrifying than the last.
And then, the colossus before her spoke.
Its voice, a low rumble, seemed to vibrat
