The Shattered Gate
The world trembled.
Not metaphorically—literally.
The sky above Haven was splitting apart, jagged lines of neon-blue energy cracking through the atmosphere like broken glass. The massive Rift Gate, a towering structure of twisting obsidian and liquid energy, pulsed wildly, struggling to contain the force within. The air itself vibrated, shifting between realities, as if existence was glitching.
And standing at the center of it all—was Ethan Cross.
Golden-black energy coiled around him, the weight of his power distorting space itself. His eyes burned—not just with Rift energy, but something beyond it. His very presence sent waves of pressure through the battlefield, making the weaker Rift creatures collapse into themselves.
He wasn't just strong.
He was becoming something the universe didn't understand.