The Riftborn’s Return

The Weight of Truth

Ethan's mind reeled.

A fragment of God?

The Rift. The artifacts. The wars. The suffering. All of it—caused by something divine.

His fists clenched as he stared at the massive, pulsing black crystal floating in the void before him. He could feel it now—something ancient, something powerful, something beyond mortal understanding.

And yet—it was part of him.

Dr. Harrow sighed, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, kid. I know it's a lot."

Ethan exhaled sharply. "So, let me get this straight—" He pointed at the Shard. "That thing? It's literally a piece of God?"

Dr. Harrow nodded. "Yep."

Ethan scowled. "And I've been carrying a part of God inside me this whole time?"

"Pretty much."

Ethan ran a hand down his face. "Of course. Why wouldn't that be a thing?"

Dr. Harrow smirked. "Honestly, I was wondering when you'd figure it out."