The Call of the Rift
As the group continued, the ruins disappeared into the distance, but the piece Zara was carrying seemed to hum softly, a menacing beat against the wasteland's quiet. As though the air itself opposed their existence, each stride they took towards the Rift felt heavier. The arid landscape went on forever, and the sky above changed to strange colors—bruised purples, dotted with green lightning bursts that lit up the horizon.
Zara looked at Elara, who strode forward with unwavering determination. Lyra followed, her strides shaky but determined. There was a heavy quiet between them, weighed down by fatigue and unsaid anxieties.
"Are we not getting close?" The silence was finally broken by Zara's question.
Elara turned back and nodded. "The air seems thinner. Everything is pulled by the energy of the Rift.
"The magic here is wild," Lyra continued, holding onto her staff for support. The laws of n
