While Kael and Vira held their ground against the Celestial general, Korrin’s journey took him through the southern path of the Crossroads—a place that seemed to pulse with its own dark heartbeat. The air thickened with heat the deeper he went, the oppressive warmth wrapping around him like a suffocating shroud. His wings flickered restlessly, casting faint, fiery light through the mist, illuminating the path that twisted and turned unpredictably before him.Each step he took felt heavier, as if the very ground was fighting against him. But Korrin pushed on, his gaze focused and unwavering. There was something here—something pulling at him, calling to the fire that burned in his blood. The energy in the air vibrated in tune with his heartbeat, and he knew, with a deep, instinctive certainty, that he was getting closer to his anchor point.“Come on,” he muttered under his breath, his hands clenched into fists. “Where are you?”The mist parted slightly, and Korrin found himself standing
Lyra moved cautiously through the eastern path, her senses tingling with the strange, rhythmic hum that seemed to vibrate in the very air around her. The Crossroads’ mist parted only slightly with each step, curling and twisting back into place as soon as she passed. It was as if the realm itself were reluctant to let her move forward.Yet she felt it—a pull, a whisper at the edge of her thoughts, urging her onward. The energy here was different from anything she had encountered. It wasn’t chaotic like the fractured realm or oppressive like the Celestial-controlled territories. It was… orderly. Structured. Each step brought her closer to something she couldn’t quite see but could feel with every fiber of her being.Her device, a small orb embedded with a network of delicate filaments, vibrated softly in her hand, its glow steady and pulsing in rhythm with the strange hum in the air. Lyra’s brow furrowed as she studied it, her mind racing.“There’s a pattern here,” she murmured to hers
Naya moved quietly along the western path, each step measured, her senses heightened. Unlike the others, she hadn’t felt a direct pull toward any particular place. Instead, there was a subtle, almost imperceptible tug—a whisper at the back of her mind that guided her steps. The Crossroads seemed to shift around her, the mist curling in strange, hypnotic patterns that made it difficult to distinguish one path from the next.But Naya trusted her instincts. She had always been the quiet one, the observer. While Kael, Vira, and the others burned brightly with their power, Naya moved through the shadows, attuned to the undercurrents that so often went unnoticed. And right now, those undercurrents were leading her deeper into the maze of the Crossroads.She could feel it—something just ahead, just out of reach. A presence, faint but distinct, lurking at the edge of her awareness. The mist thickened around her, and the temperature dropped sharply, the chill biting into her skin. Naya’s eyes
Arion’s path through the Crossroads was shrouded in darkness. The mist here was thicker, colder, swirling around him like a living thing. The air was heavy with the scent of earth and decay, and every step felt like a struggle against some unseen force. Shadows clung to him, whispering at the edges of his mind, but he pushed forward, his jaw set, his gaze fixed straight ahead.He had been through this before—navigating paths veiled in darkness, the air heavy with the weight of unseen eyes. This realm—the northern path—felt almost familiar, a place where shadows ruled and light was a distant memory. But there was something more, something twisted and insidious that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.Focus, he told himself sternly. You’ve faced worse. Keep moving.The mist parted slightly, and Arion found himself standing at the edge of a narrow bridge that stretched out over a vast chasm. The bridge was made of dark, weathered stone, its surface cracked and uneven, the gaps between t
Arion’s blade cut through the darkness, its light blazing bright and pure. Rhyen’s form wavered, the shadows that cloaked him unraveling in the brilliant glow. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze—the world holding its breath as if caught between reality and illusion. Arion’s heart pounded, his gaze locked on the face that had haunted him for so long, a face twisted by fury and disbelief.“No,” Rhyen whispered, his voice a low, broken snarl. “This isn’t—”But before he could finish, his form shattered, the darkness swirling around him collapsing inward. Shadows exploded outward in a rush of cold, bitter wind, and then—he was gone. Only the empty bridge remained, the silence ringing in Arion’s ears.Arion staggered back, his chest heaving, his sword trembling in his grip. The lingering darkness seemed to dissolve in the wake of his attack, the oppressive weight lifting ever so slightly. But the sense of wrongness, the taint of corruption, still lingered, radiating from the anchor
Kael’s instincts screamed at him to stay alert, his senses straining for any sign of danger. And then, from the corner of his eye, he saw it—a shadow flitting through the fractured landscape, moving impossibly fast. He spun around, sword raised, but the figure was gone, melting back into the darkness before he could track it.“Did you see that?” Kael whispered, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the surrounding shadows. “Something’s here.”“I felt it too,” Lyra murmured, her gaze darting between the floating islands and jagged cliffs. “Something powerful. We’re not alone.”Before they could react, a sudden shockwave tore through the realm, shaking the ground beneath their feet. The energy around the anchor point flared violently, tendrils of dark magic lashing out like whips. Vira gasped, her hands clutching at her temples as the corrupted energy resonated with her own power.“Vira, are you okay?” Kael asked urgently, reaching out to steady her.“It’s—” Vira’s voice was strained, her fa
The moment the group stepped through the shimmering veil into the new realm, a sensation of disorientation washed over them. Kael stumbled slightly, blinking rapidly as he tried to adjust to the strange, dreamlike quality of the place. The air shimmered with a surreal, prismatic light, and the ground beneath their feet seemed to ripple and shift, as if it couldn’t decide what form it wanted to take. Trees twisted and melted like wax, their branches reaching out in unnatural directions, and the sky above was a roiling mass of colors that bled into one another, swirling in chaotic patterns.“This is—this is all wrong,” Lyra whispered, her voice tight with alarm. “The realm is collapsing.”Kael nodded grimly, his eyes scanning the distorted landscape. “The corruption is spreading faster here. We’re running out of time.”Korrin landed beside them, his wings flaring wide to keep his balance on the unstable ground. “Where’s the anchor point?”“North,” Naya murmured, her gaze distant as she
Naya sprinted forward, her boots pounding against the unstable ground as she wove between the jagged rocks and floating debris. Kael and Korrin were already engaged with Nerron, their blades flashing in the strange, prismatic light of the collapsing realm. But she had a different target. The anchor point pulsed with erratic energy, the corrupted tendrils tightening around it like a strangling vine, and the realm itself shuddered in response. If they didn’t sever Nerron’s influence, stabilizing it would be impossible.“Lyra, I need you!” Naya shouted, her voice strained over the chaotic roar of magic and crashing stone.Lyra was at her side in an instant, her device glowing brightly as she struggled to analyze the rapidly shifting energy patterns. “This is insane,” she muttered, her brow furrowed. “The whole anchor point is caught in some kind of resonance feedback loop. It’s like trying to defuse a bomb while it’s already exploding.”“Then we need to cut the fuse,” Naya said grimly. H