The Supreme Realm trembled under the weight of fear as an ominous energy rippled across the land. Every living being, from the youngest of children to the oldest of guardians, felt the oppressive force emanating from the Rift. It was a power unlike any they had felt in centuries, an echo of the war between the Supreme Lord and the Dark Supreme.
The streets of the Supreme cities buzzed with murmurs of dread. Memories of the past war resurfaced, cities reduced to ash, countless lives lost, and the relentless agony of rebuilding. And now, with the Supreme Lord still in a fragile state of recuperation, a new wave of panic swept through the realm.
The air grew heavy with unspoken questions: Would they survive this time? Who would lead them if the Dark Supreme rose again?
Back at the Rift, Hiller turned to Malakai, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and resolve. "We need to act fast. If the Rift fully opens…"
