Chapter 133: The Spiraling Ritual

The ground trembled violently beneath my feet, and I stumbled, barely keeping my balance as the world around me seemed to shatter like glass. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.

The air was thick with an unnatural energy, crackling and hissing as if it were alive, and the sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds and blinding light.

Everything was wrong. It was as if reality itself was coming apart at the seams.

“What’s happening?” I shouted, my voice barely audible over the deafening roar of the storm.

Mia was beside me, her face pale and drawn. “The ritual,” she gasped, eyes wide with horror. “It’s tearing the veil between worlds.”

I glanced around, trying to take it all in. The landscape was shifting and changing before my eyes, the ground rising and falling like waves on a stormy sea.

Trees grew and withered in an instant, their branches twisting and contorting into unnatural shapes. Ghostly figures flickered in and out of existence, their eyes hollo