The Last Command

The Rift's Last Whisper

The air was still. Too still.

Ethan stood at the edge of the battlefield, his golden-shadow aura flickering faintly around him. The war against the Council was over. Nihilor was gone. The world—what remained of it—was supposed to be at peace.

And yet—

Something whispered.

Not in words. Not in sound.

But in existence itself.

Mia, standing beside him, frowned. "You hear that, right?"

Ethan didn't answer immediately. His golden eyes narrowed, scanning the broken landscape, the remnants of the Rift's corruption still lingering like an open wound.

A ripple passed through reality. A voice. Not loud. Not cruel. But absolute.

> "The cycle is not complete."

Ethan's breath hitched.

Selene, who had been observing quietly, stepped forward. "That wasn't just an echo." Her golden spear pulsed with celestial energy. "Something's still out there."