The sky was a swirling mass of crimson and black as the group pressed onward. The air itself seemed to vibrate with tension, thick and suffocating as they neared the Rift. Adira felt it like a drumbeat in her chest, each step closer amplifying the ominous pull.
Kael led the way, his movements deliberate but sharp, as though every shadow could spring to life. Kane walked just behind him, his hand never straying far from his blade. Finn's usual humor was absent, replaced by a tense silence that mirrored Adira's own unease.
Ahead of them, the landscape twisted into an unnatural terrain of jagged rocks and fissures, glowing faintly with an eerie red light. The Rift pulsed at the center of it all, a towering vortex of shadow and energy that seemed alive.
Adira's fingers clenched around her blade as she forced herself to focus. They had come too far to falter now.
