The air was thick with tension as the family stood on the edge of a vast, ancient plateau. Below them, the remnants of the enchanted village stretched out in a chaotic swirl of reality—trees bent at impossible angles, buildings half-melted, and the sky above them swirled in purples and reds as if the universe itself were crying out for relief. The rift was reaching its final, critical phase, the balance teetering between both worlds, threatening to collapse them into one.
The moon was full above them, casting a ghostly silver light across the landscape. Seraphyne felt it pull at her—an ancient, powerful energy that resonated deep within her. She could feel the pull of destiny, the weight of the final battle bearing down on her shoulders. This was the moment they had been preparing for—the lunar eclipse that would offer a narrow window to seal the rift.
The eclipse was approaching.
