The scream didn’t come from the sky.It came from everything.Luke felt it tear through him—Through bone, through breath, through whatever part of him still believed he was in control.This wasn’t a crack anymore.This wasn’t a fracture.This was collapse.The world folded.Not outward—In.Reality bent toward a single point, dragging everything with it—light, shadow, sound, memory—Luke.Lily.Nyra.All of it.“MOVE!” Nyra’s voice cut through the distortion.Luke didn’t think.He grabbed Lily.Pulled her toward him—And for one perfect, impossible second—She held on.Not distant.Not fractured.Not controlled.Just her.“Luke—” she whispered.Then everything broke.The ground vanished.The sky inverted.And the three of them were thrown into something that wasn’t a place—But a collision.Luke hit first.Hard.He rolled, gasping, trying to force air back into lungs that didn’t seem to work right anymore.“…Lily…?”No answer.He pushed himself up.The world around him—Didn’t exist
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