Talon nodded in agreement, his wind-attuned staff whispered with restless energy. "You're right, but how? It's not like we can just tell Zephyr to get over his jealousy, or ask Gladius and Arianna to be less... well, themselves."
Their conversation was cut short as Zephyr raised his hand, signaling the group to halt. The path had thinned, revealing a clearing ahead. The air seemed to thicken, charged with chaotic energies that set their teeth on edge.
"There," Zephyr said, pointing towards the center of the clearing. "The rift compass is going crazy. It must be just beyond here."
As they stepped into the open space, the full horror of the black rift became apparent. It hung in the air like a tear in the fabric of reality, its edges pulsing with a sickly purple light.
