The air was thick with tension as Kael and his companions stood at the edge of the crumbling fortress. The ground trembled beneath their feet, a low rumble echoing through the valley. The survivors, once cautious and unsure, now stood alongside them, their eyes locked on the darkness beyond. It had been quiet for days, the kind of silence that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. And then it came—an unnatural gust of wind, sharp and cold, followed by the distant sound of something moving. Something massive.
"They're here," Morgana whispered, her voice tight with dread. Her hand clenched around her staff, its arcane energy crackling like a storm waiting to burst.
Kael's pulse quickened. He'd known this moment would come, but knowing didn't make it any easier. The Rift—the entity they had long feared—was returning. Its presence had been felt for days, a creeping force that threatened to swallow everything in its wake. And now, it was here.
