The Aurora spiraled deeper into the collapsing Rift, its hull groaning under the immense pressure. The bridge was bathed in flickering red lights, alarms wailing in protest.
Ng gritted his teeth. “We won’t survive another minute in here!”
Dr. Rao’s fingers flew over her console. “The Rift is closing faster than we thought. If we don’t escape now, we’ll be trapped forever!”
Voss grabbed the armrest of his chair, his knuckles white. “Luma, do it—invert the Signal!”
Luma hesitated. “If I do this, Captain… it could destroy everything.”
Voss’s voice was firm. “We don’t have a choice.”
Luma activated the command.
A deep, bone-rattling hum filled the ship. The Signal—the same one that had drawn them here—was now reversing, sending waves of energy surging back toward the Rift.
The Hollow Reflection screamed.
It convulsed, its body glitching, breaking apart into a swirling black mist.
The Rift itself shuddered, as if something deep inside was waking up.
Then—the ship jerked violently.
Holt’s voice was sharp. “Captain! The Rift is pulling us in faster!”
Voss’s jaw clenched. It wasn’t letting them go.
And then—the stars disappeared.
Everything went black.
To be continued…