Echoes Of The Rift

The rhythmic pulse that resonated from the depths of the earth grew louder with each passing second, a low, ominous thrum that made the ground beneath their feet feel alive. Adira tightened her grip on her sword, every muscle in her body coiled with tension. Around her, the others mirrored her unease, their eyes darting toward the source of the sound.

"What is that?" Finn asked, his warhammer resting on his shoulder, its surface still glowing faintly from their last battle.

Rhea's golden light flickered as she stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the jagged fissures that had opened in the ground. "It's the Rift," she said, her voice tinged with dread. "It's... reacting to what we did. The energy we disrupted—it's trying to reestablish itself, but it's unstable."

Kael swore under his breath, his sword still drawn. "Unstable how? Are we talking explosions, or something worse?"