The Bane And The Alpha Beast
My demon half responded immediately—sensing the veil, the magic, the familiar pull of home and hunger.
I stepped forward.
And the world ripped open.
Passing through was like diving into fire and shadow. Sound warped. Light twisted. My beast snarled beneath my skin as we slipped into a space that wasn’t space at all—just movement, sensation, pressure.
One heartbeat, we were in the Wastelands.
The next, we were… not.
I stumbled forward, dragging the others with me as we landed in a blackened clearing. The sky above was neither night nor day—just a swirl of stars and smoke. The trees were wrong. Tall, skeletal, branches like bones reaching for something they could never grasp.