The First Strike
The battlefield trembled beneath their feet, a fractured wasteland on the verge of collapse. The air crackled with Rift energy, a storm of violet and gold tearing at the edges of reality. Ethan and Mia stood resolute, their silhouettes stark against the swirling chaos, facing the figure who had once been their closest ally.
Kael—no longer human, no longer merely Riftborn—stood at the eye of the storm, his golden-ringed eyes glowing with unnatural brilliance. His sword pulsed with veins of shifting purple and gold, humming with a resonance that seemed to vibrate through existence itself.
Ethan exhaled slowly, his breath misting in the frigid air. His grip tightened around his longsword, the golden runes along its blade flickering faintly. He had fought Riftspawn, kings, gods—but this was different.
This wasn't just a fight.
This was a war for reality itself.