The dawn had barely begun to break across the fractured landscape when Seraphyne, Xavierre, and Keizu gathered at the heart of the village ruins. The relic pulsed softly in Seraphyne's grip, its light flickering like a fragile flame amidst the growing chaos. The village, once a place of quiet mystery, was now a battlefield—its reality unraveling, its dimensions collapsing like a fragile house of cards.
Xavierre stood beside her, his dark eyes focused on the relic in her hand, his grip tightening around his sword. He was a warrior, a protector, but in this moment, even his strength seemed inadequate. The relic's power was too much for them to fully control, and the shadows that had been vanquished only moments ago had already begun to regroup, manifesting from the cracks in reality. They had barely begun to breathe when the next wave of danger emerged.
