The Breaking Point
Ridge’s body burned with molten Heartfire, frost coiling violently around every nerve, tendon, and bone. The lattice, already stretched beyond comprehension, shimmered and trembled, threads of existence fraying at the edges. The Primordial’s tendrils, now unstoppable, whipped through the battlefield like living storms, tearing at every fragment of reality they could reach. Mountains cracked, rivers boiled, forests ignited, and the sky itself split in molten streaks of fire and shadow.
Aria clutched Ridge’s arm, her silver glow blazing like a star on the verge of collapse. “Ridge… we can’t hold it any longer! The lattice is failing! If it breaks—everything breaks! Everything!”
Ridge gritted his teeth, molten Heartfire flaring uncontrollably. Frost spiraled through him
