Chapter 1695: The Precipice of Conflict

The world seemed to hold its breath as Liora and her companions stood amidst the remnants of the latest rift they had closed. The air was heavy, charged with the lingering energy of chaos, and the ground beneath their feet felt unstable, as though it might give way at any moment. The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds, the sun hidden behind layers of gray and black. The storm was coming, and its shadow loomed ever closer.

Liora straightened, her hand brushing against the faint glow of the heart's power that still lingered in her chest. She could feel the fractures in the balance more clearly now, their locations pulsing like wounds in the fabric of existence. Each step brought them closer to the next rift, but also deeper into the heart of the Divide's influence. The weight of it pressed on her, a constant reminder of the stakes they faced.