The urgency had settled over the village like a thick fog. The quiet that had once defined the sanctuary was now replaced by the hurried, anxious steps of the villagers. The threat they faced was no longer just an eerie whisper in the dark—it was tangible, pressing against the edges of their reality.
Kael and Morgana stood at the edge of the village, gazing at the crack in the earth where the rift had once been. Though the breach had closed, the air around it still hummed with dark energy. The ground trembled faintly, as if the rift itself was struggling to remain sealed. It had left a mark, not just on the land, but on their hearts, a reminder of the dangers lurking beyond the veil.
