The Rift's Abyss

The journey to the southern skies was treacherous, the air thick with an unnatural energy that made every breath feel heavier. Hyeong Shin led the charge, the divine blade glowing faintly at his side. Behind him, Cheon Ho matched his pace, his usual carefree smirk replaced by a steely resolve.

The rift loomed ahead, a massive tear in the fabric of reality that pulsed with chaotic energy. It was unlike anything they had encountered before—a swirling vortex of darkness, its edges lined with flickering fragments of light. The land surrounding the rift was barren, the once vibrant landscape now reduced to ash and ruin.

Cheon Ho whistled low, his claws flexing instinctively. "That's one hell of a tear. You sure we can handle this?"

Hyeong Shin glanced at him, his expression calm but determined. "We don't have a choice. If this rift spreads any further, it could destabilize the entire Zodiac."