Lena barely had time to brace before the Rift swallowed them whole.The world folded around her, pulling her through layers of time, space, and something else—something ancient.For a split second, she saw flickering images: a ruined throne, a city in flames, Cassian reaching for her with blood on his hands—her blood.And then—Silence.Lena hit the ground hard, breath knocked from her lungs. Around her, the others groaned as they landed one by one.Cassian was the first to move. “Lena?” His hands found hers, grounding her.“I’m fine,” she said, even though her head spun.The Rift’s energy still crackled around them, but this place was different.It wasn’t a void anymore.It was a temple.Massive obsidian pillars stretched toward a sky that didn’t exist, suspended in a place between worlds. The air was thick with magic—ancient, pulsing, alive.At the temple’s centre stood an altar. And on it—A heart.Not a human one, but something carved from shimmering crystal, pulsing in sync with
Lena surged forward, her dagger tight in her grip, every instinct screaming at her to act now before it was too late. The other Lena moved to block her, shadows curling at her feet. “You don’t understand what you’re about to do.” “I understand enough.” Lena feinted left, then twisted, dodging a tendril of Rift energy as she sprinted for the altar. The crystal heart pulsed, beating in sync with the Rift itself. Behind her, the battle raged. Mira, despite her injury, fought off her dark twin with gritted teeth and raw determination. Dorian hurled bolts of light, clashing with his shadowed reflection. Idris had his counterpart locked in a brutal standstill, their flames colliding in midair. And Cassian— Lena dared a glance back. Her Cassian was still locked in battle with his twisted double, their swords clashing violently. But she could see the way Cassian faltered, the way the Rift’s version of him fought without hesitation. Lena turned back to the altar. No more distractions.
The silence stretched around them, heavier than the Rift had ever been.Lena wasn’t sure how long they stood there, surrounded by the remnants of a battle that had defined their lives for so long. The field where the temple had been was quiet—too quiet. No wind, no whisper of magic lingering in the air. Just… nothing.Freedom.It should have felt victorious. Should have felt like triumph. But all Lena could feel was the numbness of the moment, the sheer weight of everything settling onto her shoulders.Mira was the first to break the silence. She let out a slow, shaky breath and sheathed her sword. “So… that’s it, then?”Dorian ran a hand through his hair, still catching his breath. “Feels like it.” He exhaled sharply, a grin tugging at his lips. “Honestly, I half expected some dramatic final curse. A this isn’t over speech.”Idris scoffed. “You’ve been reading too many stories.”Lena barely heard them. Her eyes were locked on the place where the crystal heart had been, where the othe
The sky was clear.For the first time in what felt like years, the oppressive weight of the Rift’s presence had vanished. No unnatural storms, no eerie whispers threading through the wind. The world should have felt lighter.But it didn’t.Lena stood on the balcony of the council hall, staring out at the distant horizon. Below her, the city of Elaris was eerily quiet, even as life resumed. Merchants reopened their stalls, children ran through the streets, and the scent of freshly baked bread drifted up from the market square.Normalcy.Or the illusion of it.Cassian’s voice broke through her thoughts. “You didn’t sleep.”Lena exhaled, tilting her head toward him as he stepped beside her. The cool morning breeze ruffled his dark hair, but his golden eyes never left hers.“I tried,” she admitted. “Didn’t work.”Cassian leaned against the railing, his presence solid, grounding. “It’s the silence, isn’t it?”Lena hesitated, then nodded.She had spent years fighting. Constant motion, const
The air around them shivered, heavy with the weight of something old, something unnatural.Lena kept her sword drawn, her pulse thudding in her ears as she met the silver-eyed stranger’s gaze.A remnant—that’s what he had called himself.A piece of the Rift was left behind.She didn’t know what that meant yet, but every instinct screamed that it wasn’t good.Cassian shifted beside her, his stance coiled like a spring. “You’re going to explain exactly what you are,” he said, his voice low, even. “Now.”The man’s lips quirked upward. “I could.” He tilted his head, studying them like one might study an insect under glass. “But I doubt you’d like the answer.”Lena’s grip on her blade tightened. “Try us.”The stranger exhaled, almost as if indulging a child. “You believe you ended the Rift,” he said. “That your great battle saved this world.” He took a slow step forward. No aggression, no visible weapons, yet every nerve in Lena’s body screamed at her to run. “But rifts do not simply… vani
The city of Elaris never truly slept, but tonight, it felt different. The streets below were quieter than usual as if the people could sense something lurking just beyond the edges of their understanding. An unease that settled deep into their bones. Lena hadn’t moved since the whisper had faded, her sword still clutched tightly in her hand. You are not ready. The words echoed through her skull, heavy with meaning. The Remnant’s warning had been bad enough—but this? This was something else entirely. A presence that could slip into her chambers whisper into her thoughts and vanish without a trace. Cassian’s voice broke through the thick silence. “You felt it too.” Lena turned, her eyes locking onto him. He stood in the doorway, shirt rumpled, sword strapped to his hip. Not a question. A statement. Lena exhaled. “It was here.” Cassian’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, scanning the room as if expecting the presence to return. “What did it say?” Lena hesitated
The stars burned too brightly above Elaris. Lena stood on the balcony of the Council’s high tower, the city stretching below in golden ribbons of lamplight. But beyond the walls, past the rolling fields and the distant, darkened hills—the sky was wrong. The stars should not pulse like that. Should not shift when she blinked. Something in the air felt fractured, like a crack in the glass too small to see—until it shattered. Cassian joined her, silent at first. His presence was grounding, but even he felt it. She saw it in the stiffness of his posture, in the way his hand hovered near the sword at his side. “You feel it, don’t you?” she asked. Cassian nodded. “It’s worse than before.” They had been waiting—for news, for signs, for something to tell them what came next. But the truth was, they already knew. And waiting was only making them fall further behind. --- An Uneasy Council By morning, they gathered once more in the grand chamber. The High Council sat in ri
The Veil of the UnknownLena’s breath came in sharp gasps as she stared into the shifting darkness. The figure before her—cloaked in shadows, silver eyes gleaming—watched them with something between amusement and curiosity.Behind him, they stirred.Not humans.Not Remnants.Something else entirely.Lena reached for Cassian, but her fingers passed through him again—like mist, like he wasn’t real, or she wasn’t.A sharp whisper cut through the air."You should not have come here."The voice wasn’t one. It was many, layered atop one another, echoing from the depths of the abyss.Cassian, Mira, Idris, and Dorian all hovered around her, their forms flickering in and out of existence.They weren’t standing on anything. There was no ground beneath them—only the endless void, stretching into eternity.Cassian was the first to react. His body tensed, hand going to his sword—even though they had no idea what they were facing."Who are you?" he demanded.The silver-eyed figure tilted his head.
The cavern felt wrong.Even though the Riftgate had disappeared, something lingered in the air—an unnatural stillness, thick with expectation. The Riftfire still simmered inside Lena, coiled like a beast waiting for permission to strike. But it wasn’t just hers anymore.It belonged to her.And she belonged to it.A cold shiver crawled up her spine, but she forced her body to move. One step. Then another.Behind her, Cassian exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he slid his daggers back into their holsters. “Alright. I have questions. Many, many questions.” His voice was light, but his eyes were sharp as they flicked toward her. “Starting with what the hell just happened?”Lena flexed her fingers, watching the faint traces of violet fire dance along her skin before flickering out. The Riftfire wasn’t resisting her anymore. It wasn’t raging. It was waiting.The realization made her stomach twist.“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice quieter than she meant it to be. “I—I felt it. The R
Lena’s pulse roared in her ears. You were meant to open it. The King’s words curled around her mind like smoke, insidious and inescapable. She wanted to deny them, to cast them away like a lie. But the Riftfire inside her didn’t reject them. It recognized them. She staggered back, breath ragged. “You’re wrong.” The King only watched her, his golden eyes steady, unreadable. “Am I?” Lena clenched her fists, nails biting into her palms. “I came to close this gate, not—” A sharp pulse of power cut through her words. The Rift trembled. And suddenly, she wasn’t alone. Not just with the King. But with the echoes of something long buried. The vision struck like a lightning bolt to the skull. A battlefield. The air thick with Riftfire, burning violet against the endless night. Creatures—monstrosities—crawling from the gate, their shrieks tearing through the void. And at the center of it all— Her. Or rather— The woman who wasn’t her. The woman who was. A w
The pull tightened around Lena like invisible chains, wrapping around her ribs, her spine, her mind. It wasn’t violent. It wasn’t forceful. It was patient. A silent whisper, a presence at the edges of her thoughts, waiting. "Lena?" Ronan’s voice cut through the haze, grounding her. She blinked. The tunnel stretched before her, Cassian and Ronan already a few steps ahead, both watching her now—Cassian with wary confusion, Ronan with something closer to understanding. She forced herself to move. One step, then another, until the pull loosened its grip. It didn’t leave. But it let her go. For now. She exhaled slowly and followed them into the narrowing passageway. The tunnel walls pressed in, rough stone scraping against her arms. The air smelled of damp earth and something older—something untouched by time. Their footsteps echoed, the sound swallowed too quickly, as if the Rift itself was listening. No one spoke. Cassian led the way, navigating the uneven terrain wi
The cavern still hummed with the remnants of Lena’s power, the air thick with the scent of scorched flesh and magic. The Riftfire coiled around her fingers like a living thing—no longer wild, no longer resisting. It had chosen her. Lena’s breath came in ragged pulls, her heart hammering against her ribs. She wasn’t just standing in the aftermath of battle; she was standing at the edge of something irreversible. She could feel it. The Rift’s presence, no longer just a force that haunted her, but a part of her. Her. Cassian took a hesitant step forward, his daggers still in hand, though his grip had loosened. “Lena… what the hell was that?” Lena swallowed hard, but the words tangled in her throat. She didn’t know how to answer. Because she didn’t fully understand it herself. Ronan was watching her closely, his jaw clenched. His sword was sheathed, but his stance hadn’t relaxed. “Your fire—” He cut himself off, then exhaled sharply. “It’s different.” Lena flexed her fingers, st
The ground trembled beneath Lena’s feet. Not with violence, but with recognition. The Rift knew her now. And it wanted her back. Lena’s breath came in sharp, uneven pulls as the air around her thickened, reality bending at the edges. She could feel the Rift pulling, not with brute force, but with something far worse—familiarity. She was sinking into it. Becoming part of it. No. Lena clenched her fists, summoning every ounce of willpower to push back against the weight pressing on her chest. Riftfire surged at her fingertips, flickering wildly, caught between obedience and rebellion. The King watched her struggle, his burning gaze unreadable. “You still resist.” Lena swallowed against the rising panic. “I don’t belong to this place.” The King tilted his head slightly. “No,” he agreed. “But it belongs to you.” The words struck something deep inside her, something she wasn’t ready to face. Because part of her felt it. The Riftfire inside her wasn’t just reacting
The cavern trembled as the Rift’s energy expanded outward, swallowing the air, pressing against Lena’s skin with a force so dense it was almost suffocating.The King stepped forward.He wasn’t like the mindless creatures that had come before. He wasn’t grotesque or malformed.He was whole.His form was cloaked in shadows that moved like living smoke, shifting around him in slow, deliberate waves. Beneath the darkness, glimpses of something ancient and inhuman flickered—jagged obsidian armor, silvered veins pulsing with Rift energy, a face that was too sharp, too perfect, too unnatural to belong to anything mortal.His eyes—twin voids of fire and stars—settled on Lena, and the cavern dimmed, as if the very world was bracing for what came next.A voice, low and endless, rumbled through the chamber."You are the one."Lena’s pulse pounded in her ears. Her Riftfire reacted violently to his presence, rising in defense or recognition—she wasn’t sure which.But she forced herself to stand he
The world tilted.Lena’s breath caught in her throat as the weight of realization slammed into her. The Rift’s power thrummed beneath her skin, but it was nothing compared to the force radiating from the woman standing before her.Her mother.No. That couldn’t be right. Her mother had died when she was a child. She had no memories beyond fleeting warmth and a lullaby whispered in the dark.And yet—The woman’s presence felt familiar.Ronan shifted closer, tension coiled in his frame. “Lena…?”Cassian didn’t speak, but his fingers tightened around the hilt of his blade.Lena swallowed hard. “Who—who are you?”The woman smiled, stepping forward. The edges of her form flickered, like she existed between realms. “You already know, child. You’ve always known.”Lena’s pulse roared in her ears. “That’s not possible.”“And yet, here I stand.”The Riftfire in Lena’s veins surged, responding to the woman’s presence like a long-lost tether being pulled taut.“No.” Lena shook her head. “You can’t
Lena exhaled, steadying herself as the cavern pulsed with anticipation. The Herald stood motionless, hand still outstretched, its offer tangible in the air. The Rift’s power thrummed beneath her skin, no longer just a whisper but a steady, insistent call.This was the moment.She reached forward—then clenched her fist, drawing her hand back. “No,” she said, her voice stronger than she expected.The Herald’s expression didn’t falter, but the cavern trembled in response. “You refuse?” it asked, tilting its head.Ronan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, but his stance remained guarded. Cassian edged closer, his eyes never leaving the Herald.Lena swallowed hard. “I’m not a pawn in whatever game the Rift is playing.”The Herald regarded her with something that almost resembled amusement. “A pawn? No, Riftborn. You were never a mere piece. You were meant to be the one who shapes the board.”The cavern walls pulsed again, and the Rift’s energy surged forward like a wave.Le
Darkness swallowed them whole.Lena’s breath caught in her throat as the air rushed past her, cold and unrelenting. The abyss stretched endlessly below, an empty void that felt like falling through time itself.Ronan’s grip on her wrist was iron-tight. He refused to let go.Cassian was just ahead, his body twisting midair, trying to prepare for whatever awaited them below.But there was no ground.No end.Just falling.The Rift’s presence coiled around Lena’s mind, whispering in a voice that sounded so much like her own.You are home.You were never meant to run.The air shimmered.Lena gasped as reality split apart.For a single, horrifying second, she saw it—the Rift in its true form. A world between worlds. A chasm of shifting energy, pulsing with life and death, beginning and end.And at the center—a throne.A throne waiting for her.Her blood burned. The mark on her skin pulsed in time with the Rift’s heartbeat.It was trying to pull her in.No. No, I won’t—“Lena!”Ronan’s voice