The Rift's Choice
Nathaniel's flickering form stood still against the endless, shifting abyss. The weight of reality trembled around them, the Rift's energy curling like unseen tendrils, trying to pull him back into the void.
Ethan clenched his fists. His golden-shadow aura pulsed violently, resisting the very nature of this place. "No." His voice was sharp, desperate. "I'm not letting you go."
Nathaniel chuckled softly. "You don't have a choice, kid."
Ethan took a step forward, his heart pounding. "There has to be a way. You fought this long—you don't have to die here."
Nathaniel's eyes softened. "Ethan."
One word.
And it made Ethan freeze.
Because there was something final in his father's voice.
Something absolute.