Shadows Among the Blossoms

The garden's tranquil beauty was deceptive.

As Kael, Aeris, Dray, and Veyra stood beneath the shimmering canopy, a chill crept into the air—a subtle darkness threading itself through the vibrant colors and delicate petals. The light bent oddly, casting long, twisting shadows that flickered like ghosts in the corners of vision.

Kael's gaze sharpened. "Something's coming. Something that doesn't belong here."

Aeris's fingers tightened around his, her eyes scanning the edges of the clearing. "The Rift's echoes aren't just memories… some are wounds. Unhealed. Angry."

Dray knelt, tracing glowing runes along a cluster of violet flowers whose petals seemed to tremble with unease. "These blooms are tied to timelines ripped apart by betrayal and fear. They pulse with unresolved pain. If left unchecked, that pain will spill into this sanctuary—and beyond."

Veyra's voice was steady but haunted. "I've seen what festers when pain turns to rage. The Paradox Guild's remnants, twisted echoes of those who fought us before—they want to consume this place, to reshape it in their vision of order."

The sky above rippled, the kaleidoscopic hues darkening as if a storm brewed beyond sight. From the shadows between the trees, figures began to emerge—echoes of enemies long defeated, warped by regret and vengeance.

Kael stepped forward, the familiar weight of battle settling over him like a second skin. "Then we stand. Not just to protect the garden—but to defend every choice, every seed that could grow here."

Aeris nodded, her eyes glowing faintly with the light of untapped power. "This place is hope. We'll fight to keep it alive."

The first shadow surged—a twisted wraith, flickering with shattered memories. It lunged, and the battle for the garden beyond the Rift began.