The Shadow Hunt

"When time unravels, shadows follow."

The Keeper's cryptic warning echoed in Amelia's mind as she and Thomas raced through the flickering streets of the fractured city. Buildings shimmered like mirages, and the hum of distorted time filled the air, making every step feel heavier.

"Amelia, look!" Thomas shouted, skidding to a halt.

Ahead of them, three figures emerged from a swirling tear in the air. They were tall and faceless, their forms cloaked in shifting black smoke. Their movements were unnaturally smooth, like puppets pulled by invisible strings.

"The enforcers," Thomas whispered.

Amelia’s breath caught in her throat. The enforcers seemed to absorb the light around them, their presence radiating cold dread.

“What do we do?” she asked, clutching Thomas’s arm.

“We stay out of their way,” he said firmly. “They’re not after us. Not yet.”