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Lena’s pulse thundered in her ears as the Rift’s power settled uneasily within her. The ruins of Varelith remained eerily silent, as if the world itself was holding its breath. The creature was gone. The fissure had sealed. But the Rift… it was still inside her. Watching. Waiting. Cassian hadn’t let go of her wrist, his grip firm but not unkind. “You controlled it,” he repeated, his voice quieter this time. Lena’s throat felt dry. “Barely.” Dorian let out a breath, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, well, ‘barely’ is better than ‘not at all.’” He shot a wary glance at the monolith, still glowing faintly in the aftermath. “So… what now?” Idris turned to Lena, his golden eyes unreadable. “You felt it, didn’t you?” She met his gaze. She had. The moment she reached into the Rift, something—or someone—had felt her presence. And it hadn’t been just the creature that attacked them. There was something deeper. Something older. Something waiting. “We need to move,” Cassian said, h

Darkness.It wasn’t the absence of light but something deeper—a void that devoured everything.Lena fell.Or maybe she was floating. Maybe she wasn’t moving at all. Time had unraveled, stretched too thin to grasp. The Rift’s presence was everywhere, pressing against her skin, her bones, her mind.The whispering voices grew louder.“You are one of us now.”No.Lena clenched her fists, trying to summon strength, trying to feel her body, but it was slipping away, dissolving into the abyss. Her thoughts tangled, fragmented—who was she? Where was she?“You fight against yourself.”The voice came from all directions, wrapping around her like a shroud.“You were always meant to ascend.”Ascend?A shudder ran through her. The Rift wasn’t just claiming her—it was remaking her.Lena screamed.A light flared in the distance.No—not light.A memory.She saw Cassian’s hand reaching for her, his eyes fierce with determination. She saw Dorian smirking as he tossed a sarcastic remark her way. She saw

The night air carried the scent of damp earth and burning wood, but underneath it, something else lingered—something wrong. Lena felt it before she heard it. A pull at the edges of her consciousness, a disturbance in the Rift’s energy. The whispers that had been lurking in the background grew sharper, urgent. They are coming. A gust of wind rustled the trees, but it wasn’t natural. It carried something unnatural, something unseen but deeply felt. Lena turned sharply, scanning the darkness beyond their camp. Cassian noticed immediately. “What is it?” She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to. Idris was already on his feet, his golden eyes narrowing as if he, too, sensed the shift in the air. “We’re not alone.” Dorian groaned. “Of course we’re not.” He grabbed his blades, rolling his shoulders as if bracing for an inevitable fight. “Because sleeping through the night would just be too easy.” Lena barely heard him. Her focus was on the Rift. On the way it stirred inside her, reactin

The night stretched long and restless, the crackling fire offering little comfort against the weight of Lena’s revelation. The Rift had spoken to her. It had warned her. And now, something waited in the darkness, just beyond the edge of her sight.She could feel it watching.The others had finally succumbed to exhaustion—Cassian, ever the warrior, sleeping in a defensive position near his sword; Dorian snoring lightly, though his fingers twitched as if ready to summon his magic at a moment’s notice; Idris, still and silent, though Lena knew he wasn’t fully at ease.But she couldn’t sleep.Not with the Rift’s energy humming beneath her skin. Not with the whispers lingering in her mind.Not yours. Return it.The words coiled around her like a noose, tightening with each passing second.Lena clenched her fists, pressing them into the cold stone beneath her. The ruins whispered with a forgotten presence, the weight of ancient power pressing down on her shoulders. Whatever had been here be

The path ahead was uncertain, but the weight on Lena’s chest felt heavier than any uncertainty she had faced before. The Rift had spoken to her—called to her—and despite everything, she wasn’t sure if she had the strength to keep resisting it.As they moved through the dense forest beyond the ruins, the air grew colder. Not naturally. The temperature drop was unnatural, like a presence pressing against their skin, whispering just beyond their senses.Cassian noticed it first. His fingers twitched toward the hilt of his sword, eyes scanning the trees.“We’re being followed,” he said, voice low.Dorian groaned. “Great. More things that want to kill us.”Idris wasn’t amused. His golden eyes flickered with something sharp. “No. Not kill. Watch.”Lena stiffened. The Rift.Was it already reaching for her again?She slowed her pace, trying to feel for it—if the presence around them was connected to her, to the power humming beneath her skin.Nothing.Not yet.But she knew better than to assu