The Door Between Worlds
The air was different here. Heavier. It pressed against reality itself, like a force older than time was watching.
Ethan stood at the threshold of the Gate of Nihilor, the golden-shadow energy pulsing around him. His power reacted instinctively, sensing something beyond the door.
But this wasn't just a gate.
It was a wound in existence itself.
The structure shifted and pulsed, as if it were alive. Its surface wasn't stone or metal, but something... fluid. The texture rippled like liquid shadow, its edges lined with runes that flickered between ancient gold and abyssal black.
Selene stepped closer, her grip on her spear tightening. "This isn't just sealed. It's aware."
Kieran's visor flickered as he scanned the structure. His voice was tense. "And it doesn't like us."
Mia rolled her shoulders, flipping a dagger between her fingers. "Anyone else getting the 'turn around and run' vibe?"