Aiden and Nihlus stood at the precipice of war, their powers clashing against the unnatural presence that had emerged from the Rift.
Vael'Zyr's shifting form loomed before them, a cosmic anomaly that defied understanding.
And behind it—
The Rift widened, spilling forth entities that should not exist.
Figures warped and fractured, their shapes never staying the same for more than a moment.
Not monsters.
Not beings.
Something beyond both.
Aiden's golden flames blazed brighter, his fists tightening as he stared at the abominations stepping into his world.
"We built this place from nothing."
"And I'll be damned if I let you take it from us."
Nihlus's void energy coiled around him like a living storm.
"They do not belong here."
"They never should have been."
Vael'Zyr's form flickered, its presence stretching across countless realities at once.
Then it spoke.
Not in sound.
Not in thought.
But in absolute truth.
"You believe you created this world."
