The ground beneath Tyler’s feet gave way, dragging him deeper into the void’s grip. The cold, unrelenting pull of the rift surrounded him, swallowing the remnants of his determination as it dragged him into the unknown. His fingers clawed at the air, reaching for any semblance of solid ground, but there was none—only the swirling abyss that promised no return.
As he fell, flashes of light erupted around him. Shadows and bursts of brilliance intertwined in a chaotic dance, as though the rift itself was alive, its presence pulsating with raw, ancient energy. Tyler’s thoughts were a fractured mess. Amara’s cryptic words haunted him, echoing in the vast emptiness around him. “You should have stayed away.”
Why had she said that? What had the rift done to her? And what did it mean for him?
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