The shattered garden lay in ruins beneath a bruised sky. Smoke curled from cracked stones like restless spirits rising from the earth's wounds. Aeris knelt on the cold ground, her fingers trembling as they brushed over fractured crystal shards glittering faintly in the fading light. The air smelled of burnt ozone and something darker — an ominous warning that the Rift's collapse was no longer just a threat, but an unstoppable force inching closer.
Kael groaned as he slowly pushed himself up, muscles aching from the blast that had hurled him across the battlefield. His electric-blue aura flickered weakly, a dim pulse struggling against the shadow that threatened to smother it. His eyes, sharp and fierce despite the pain, locked onto Aeris.
"Are you hurt?" His voice was hoarse, but threaded with urgent concern.
Aeris shook her head, struggling to steady her breath. "I'm fine… but the Rift is destabilizing faster than ever. The pulse I felt—it wasn't random. Something inside is fighting back."
A sudden rumble tore through the air, vibrating through their bones. The ground beneath them cracked open again, fresh fissures spider-webbing out like veins on stone. From the depths, a low growl rose, reverberating as if the Rift itself was awakening.
Kael's jaw clenched. "The Architect underestimated us… but whatever that pulse was—it means someone else is down there."
Aeris stared at the widening chasm, swirling with iridescent light and dark voids. Within the chaotic storm, a figure flickered—half-hidden, cloaked in shifting shadows, watching.
"Did you see that?" Aeris whispered, heart pounding.
Kael nodded grimly, stepping closer to the Rift's edge. The air shimmered with a strange energy, pulling at them like gravity but tinged with whispers of ancient power. His hands crackled with renewed energy as he reached out to touch the Rift's glowing surface.
Suddenly, the figure emerged fully — a woman, radiant yet haunting, her eyes glowing an eerie violet. Her hair flowed like liquid night, and her presence rippled with raw power that felt both alien and familiar.
"I am Selene," she said, voice like silk woven with steel. "The Rift's true guardian. And the Architect's reckoning will not be the end."
Aeris's breath caught. "Why now? Why reveal yourself now?"
Selene's gaze flickered to Kael. "Because you have the power to choose the Rift's fate. To either mend it… or watch it consume everything."
Kael's fist clenched tighter, energy sparking violently around him. "What do you want from us?"
Selene smiled — a fleeting, bittersweet curve of her lips. "To show you the path… but it will cost you everything."
The Rift trembled again, a deep roar rolling like thunder beneath their feet. Crystal shards exploded upward, showering the battlefield in a dazzling storm of light and darkness.
Aeris's heart pounded as she stepped forward. "We don't have a choice. If the Rift falls, we all fall."
Selene's eyes gleamed with a fierce, urgent glow. "Then prepare yourselves. The true Riftfall is about to begin."
Suddenly, the ground beneath them cracked open in a violent surge, swallowing the trio into a swirling vortex of light and shadow.