Descent into the Rift Core

The Rift's Judgment

The fall felt infinite.

Ethan's body plummeted through the void, yet he wasn't falling in a straight line. Reality twisted around him—colors he couldn't name, shapes that shouldn't exist, echoes of voices from forgotten timelines.

This wasn't just a Rift.

This was the heart of all Rifts—the Core of the Abyss, where the laws of existence meant nothing.

Selene, Orion, Mia, and Kieran were falling too, their bodies flickering between dimensions, their outlines warping as the Rift tried to consume them.

Above them, the mouth of the Rift—the black hole that had pulled them in—slowly began to close.

Mia shouted, her voice distorted. "Ethan! Can you—"

Her words collapsed, shattering into static.

Ethan gritted his teeth. His golden-shadow aura flared wildly, trying to stabilize, but this place rejected him. Even his power—something beyond Rift energy—was being torn apart.

And then—

Something spoke.