The air in the Divide hung heavier than before, an almost palpable tension settling over the companions as they crossed the final threshold into the heart of its chaotic core. The ground beneath their feet glimmered faintly, its obsidian surface reflecting the swirling maelstrom above them. The sky was a chaotic torrent of colors—vivid greens and purples merging into deep reds and blues. It was both mesmerizing and disorienting, a ceaseless reminder of the instability they sought to mend.
Kael led the way, his sword drawn and his stance firm, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease. He had been in countless battles, faced unspeakable odds, but the core of the Divide was unlike anything he had encountered before. Here, their strength was not just a weapon—it was a thread that bound them to the Divide itself. He couldn't afford doubt now; his friends needed him steady.
