The horizon was split.
What once had been a ridge of mountains was now torn open like a wound. A canyon, freshly birthed, cut across the land in a perfect crescent. Sharp stone fangs jutted at impossible angles, and from within that gash in reality, a pale blue light spilled outward—ethereal, constant, terrifying.
"This wasn't here yesterday," Kael muttered, staring into the pit. "This wasn't even possible yesterday."
Valerian's eyes were fixed downward. He felt it—something beneath the surface. Not just energy. Intention.
"It's the Source Gate," Selene said, her voice soft. "It's trying to rise."
"No," Valerian murmured. "It's awakening."
Without another word, he stepped forward.
And the world let him pass.
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Descent was not like walking.
