The tendril of energy pulled Tyler into the swirling chaos, tightening around him with a force that felt both physical and metaphysical. It wasn’t just his body being dragged—he felt it pulling at his very essence, unearthing memories, thoughts, and emotions buried deep within him. The world around him blurred into a storm of light and shadow, and every scream he tried to release was swallowed by the deafening hum of the rift.
But Tyler fought back.
He summoned every ounce of strength he had left, forcing his arms to move against the constriction. With a cry of defiance, he broke one arm free and reached into his jacket, grasping the small, obsidian shard he had carried with him since the beginning of this nightmare. The shard had been given to him by the Keeper—a relic that was supposed
