Fractured Loyalties

Whispers in the Dark

The night air was thick with tension as Mia moved through the outskirts of Haven, her boots crunching softly against the frost-covered ground. A Rift anomaly pulsed faintly in the distance, the shattered remnants of Riftfall Bastion still flickering like dying embers in the sky.

She wasn't sure when the doubt had started creeping in. Maybe it was when she saw Nathaniel standing in the Rift, eyes glowing with knowledge the others refused to acknowledge. Maybe it was the way Orion looked at Ethan-like he was already a liability.

Or maybe... it had been building for a long time.

She just never wanted to admit it.

She reached the cliffside meeting point, the air warping unnaturally around a Rift tear-a wound in reality, pulsing faintly like a beating heart.

Then a figure stepped through.