The Collapse of Worlds
Ridge’s heart pounded violently, every nerve on fire, every muscle trembling under the strain of holding the lattice. Frost and molten Heartfire coiled around him, lashing into the fractured battlefield, but it was no longer just a struggle—it was a war against existence itself. The colossal force advancing from the horizon defied comprehension. Its form shifted constantly, larger than mountains, brighter than molten suns, darker than the deepest voids, bending reality as it approached.
Aria’s voice screamed in his mind, urgent, trembling, yet unwavering. “Ridge… whatever this is… it’s older than time… stronger than the Heartfire… you cannot hold it alone…”
He clenched his fists, molten energy flaring uncontrollably, veins glowing with blinding intensity. “I… will
