Rift The Extinction Of Sanity 소설 & 이야기

I raised my eyebrows, gesturing for him to go on after his long pause, "Zane and Raul... Raul was picking Zane up from the airport... they crashed and both died from the impact." Then, pure silence. I- holy shit- freedom. Those mother fuckers can kiss my ass from the pits of hell where I'll probably be meeting them but that's besides the point! He began giving me a concerned look, one that made me feel as if I were crazy. I then realized that I was smirking because of my thoughts about the pain they must've suffered. Waterworks, dumbass! I made sure to let out a tear or two and to drop the smirk which caused him to calm down a bit but a sympathetic look was still playing around on his face.

Crap We both stumble back but I quickly gain back my balance so does he. He stares at me with rage and disgust as his eyes shift to his friends that I killed. Locking his jaw he pulls out his gun pointing it towards my direction. I take a few steps closer wrapping my hands around the gun that he's holding. I feel his hand slightly shift in mine, realizing that he's going to shoot me. His thumb pushes the catalyst, With my one arm, I grip onto his upper right arm while the other is wrapped around the gun, I push his hands up facing the ceiling as the pistol blazes with bullets towards the ceiling causing dust to fall on us.

Not superior, then inferior. “We don’t know where they are.” Cain’s voice is full of loathing and he looks at me with hate-laden eyes. My little cousin who’s so diligently developed feelings for a half-caste Lycan. I answer with a nod. “I know you don’t. No one knows.” Safira retches and black blood spills out of her mouth in torrents. She heaves and she trembles, and it’s like her body is going on a purge because she retches and she doesn’t stop.

“You say that like she has a better one.” Lena exhaled, forcing her voice to stay steady. “I don’t.” She turned toward the monolith, its runes pulsing like the heartbeat of something ancient. “If we let this continue, the Rift will consume everything. It doesn’t stop. It doesn’t fade. It only grows.” Idris studied her, his sharp gaze assessing. “You think you can destroy it?” “I have to try.” Cassian stepped closer, lowering his voice. “And if it destroys you first?”

“You broke the cycle. Now watch what grows from the ruin.” The voice faded, but its presence lingered like smoke clinging to skin. It left behind something sticky in the air, unspoken dread, unspent power, a tension that refused to be released. Sariah groaned as she pushed herself upright. Her ribs ached from the impact, but nothing felt broken. The pain was useful; it kept her grounded, gave her something tangible to hold onto while the world came apart around her. Above, the sky remained torn. Not bleeding, not glowing. Just… exposed, like a wound too deep to clot. Threads of silver light shimmered in the rift, weaving and unraveling at once. And beyond it, movement. Not from. Not yet. Jus

More bullets flew to the left. Rhydan saw his mother's body and roared, stopping the ritual. I turned just in time to see Draven crash through the ceiling like a thunderbolt, Rhydan’s furious handwave flinging him like a ragdoll. Then I heard a sound. Crackling. Like thunder tearing through skin, like the sky splitting apart, and it was coming from Azrik. I looked at him and my breath hitched. His eyes were no longer closed. They were open. White-hot. Lit from within like a lightning storm had been trapped in his soul.

All the things I used to look forward to now cut deep into my heart. I quietly slipped into the shadows at the edge of the room without anyone noticing. My whole body was tense, but the tears kept falling despite how disgraceful it was. My chest ached as if it had been torn open. I pulled out my phone and sent my boss a message. "Something urgent came up. I'm leaving early." I got in the car, my mind blank. Suddenly, I remembered what the doctor had said and patted my chest, whispering to myself. "Don't cry… The doctor said I can't have any strong emotions… No crying…"

8% Cars stall in the distance. Power grids flicker again. Panic spreads faster than logic. “People think this fixes everything,” I say. “They don’t even know what it is.” The number ticks. 12.0% The world goes silent. Not quiet. Muted. Like someone turned the volume of reality down. The black rift snaps wider And something comes through. Not a body. Not a figure. A lattice of white noise geometry. Fractal. Sharp. Wrong. It doesn’t glow. It consumes light.

I threw the stack of cash on his table and that act caused the dealer to look up, his leg crossed on the table in front of him. “Look who we have here,” he said, a smirk forming on his face. I wished to fucking wipe it off his face. “The mighty Zayn Santiago. To what do I owe this pleasant visit?” He asked, trying to pretend he didn't fucking know why I was here and it infuriated the hell out of me. “I want the crystals,” I said plainly, getting straight to the point, not wanting to spend a second more than needed in this goddamn place. “Oh right,” he laughed. Pulling open one of the drawers attached to the table. “We got some new stuff. You'd definitely like this one,” He threw a sealed bag