Shadows and Steel
The Riftline churned with malevolent energy as Team Alpha advanced toward the looming stronghold of Riftfall Bastion. The fortress stood like a defiant wound against reality, its obsidian walls pulsing with corrupted energy, tendrils of chaotic light slithering across its surface.
Ethan's grip tightened around the hilt of his blade, shadows flickering at his fingertips in restless anticipation. He could feel the pull of the Rift, its chaotic whispers urging him forward, promising power beyond comprehension.
"Focus." Selene's voice cut through his thoughts, her golden aura radiating steady resolve.
He exhaled slowly. "I know."
Behind them, Nefera, Kieran, and Mia moved in formation, their weapons at the ready. Mia twirled her dagger idly, her grin sharp with anticipation. "This place gives me the creeps."