The Phantom Rift

The Rift's Awakening

The night sky above the ruins of the Council's stronghold was vast—too vast. Stars flickered unnaturally, some twisting like distant spirals, others blinking in and out of existence as if reality itself were uncertain. The horizon rippled, the air humming with a faint, almost imperceptible whisper.

Ethan stood motionless at the center of the battlefield, his golden-shadow aura flickering like a dying ember. The war against the Council had ended, but the feeling in his chest told him otherwise. Something was watching. Something vast.

Selene noticed it too. She gripped her divine spear, her golden light pulsating in response. "Ethan," she murmured. "The Rift… it's not gone."

Orion, standing nearby, let out a slow breath as he checked his rifle. "I was hoping you weren't gonna say that."

Mia crossed her arms, frowning. "It feels different this time."