The Chains That Shouldn't Exist
Silence.
Not the silence of peace.
The silence of something waiting.
Ethan stood in the middle of the ruined battlefield, his golden-shadow flames flickering softly around him. The Old Riftborn were gone—ripped away by golden-black chains that were never supposed to exist.
Yet… the air still felt heavy.
His team gathered around him, their expressions tense.
Mia flipped her daggers, voice unusually sharp. "So… are we just gonna pretend that wasn't the single most ominous thing we've ever seen?"
Selene, her silver eyes locked on the sky, exhaled. "Those chains… they weren't just restraints."
Orion's visor flickered erratically, scanning the lingering energy residue. "That energy signature—it's unlike anything we've faced before. It's not Rift energy. It's not from the Old Ones."
Nefera's golden flames burned hotter. "Then what the hell is it?"