Aiden's POV
To see my six year olds tell an ancient Elder off with more poise and wisdom than most adults I know sparks a pride so brutal it’s actually painful. As they lay there dying, as Xavier’s berserker form starts to shatter like a statue that’s been smashed, I can’t help but believe that these boys — my boys — just saved the day through sheer love and fearlessness.
But then that one moment of pride comes crashing down as I see what’s happening beyond Xavier’s disintegrating body.
"Everyone get back!" I scream, hurling myself between my family and the rent reality widening before us.
A tear in space grows wider by the second, revealing haunting glimpses of a world beyond — a world that should not exist.A world of endless night and darkness where an all-devouring hunger makes my every instinct scream in terror. Through it, I can see masses shifting, pressing against the contact boundary of the worlds like carnivores testing the fortitude of cage bars.
“The enemies of old,” the El
