Into the Rift

The Rift's Embrace

Mia's breath came in sharp gasps as the Rift shifted around her, its tendrils wrapping her in an endless void of shifting shadows. She had seen Rift anomalies before—warped landscapes, flickering distortions—but this…

This was different.

The air breathed. It pulsed, as if reality itself was alive, watching, waiting.

The cloaked figure stepped forward, his form flickering like a mirage. "Do you feel it?" he asked, voice smooth, knowing. "The Rift recognizes you. It knows what you are—what you could become."

Mia swallowed hard. "And what's that?"

The man extended his hand, and the void behind him shifted.

Mia's breath caught.

Because she saw herself.

A different version of herself—standing at the heart of a Riftstorm, power crackling at her fingertips, commanding the chaos instead of resisting it.

Her eyes weren't human anymore.

They were black voids speckled with stars.