Arrival of Ascendants

Max turned sharply, his breath hitching as his gaze locked onto a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The sky—once blue, once infinite—had been torn apart.

A massive rift of pure darkness stretched across the heavens, a gaping wound in reality itself.

It wasn't just one clean break.

No.

The rupture branched outward like fractured glass, jagged veins of void extending from one end of the horizon to the other.

Revealing the darkness from the other side.

It wasn't just an unnatural phenomenon.

It was as if something—or someone—had ripped open the very fabric of existence itself.

Max's eyes narrowed, his heartbeat steady but sharp.

"What is this?"

His voice was low, measured—but deep inside, his instincts screamed.

Kate, standing nearby, her face grave, her body tense, muttered a single sentence—

"They are here."

Her tone was solemn. Heavy.

"Who?"