The group moved forward, their steps heavy but resolute. The landscape around them was a bleak expanse of cracked earth and scorched vegetation, a testament to the Divide's relentless advance. The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds, the air thick with the scent of ozone and decay. The rifts they had closed were only temporary fixes, and the Divide's influence continued to spread like a cancer.
Liora could feel the fractures in the balance more acutely now, their presence like a constant ache in her chest. The heart's power pulsed within her, a steady rhythm that guided her forward. She knew they were running out of time. The rifts were growing larger, more unstable, and the Divide's influence was spreading faster than they could contain it.