The Shattered Fate

Aftermath of the Skyfire

Ethan's body hit the ground hard.

The Rift disruptor rounds had done something unnatural to him. His veins burned like molten metal, his shadows recoiling from his body like they had been wounded.

For the first time in years, Ethan felt powerless.

His vision blurred. The world was a haze of flickering flames and shattered ground. His ears rang with the aftershock of the attack, drowning out the voices around him.

He tried to move, but his limbs refused to respond.

"He's down! Secure the target!"

Heavy footsteps thundered toward him. The Task Force operatives closed in, their disruptor weapons primed, blue energy crackling at the barrels.

Ethan gritted his teeth. Move, damn it!

But his body didn't obey.

His shadows didn't listen.

For the first time since embracing the Rift's power, he was truly helpless.

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The General's Next Move