Kyrion stepped closer, his breath still ragged from our earlier ordeal. His voice was strained with urgency, but beneath it lay genuine concern. "Draven, we don't know what's down there," he said, nodding toward the darkness below. "If it was sealed, it was sealed for a reason. We might be stepping into a catastrophe we can't contain."
I heard him, but I barely acknowledged his warning. My mind had already begun spinning through the repercussions of each choice, running mental scenarios at breakneck speed. Sealing the leyline again was the safe move, or at least the expected one. But safety didn't always equate to wisdom; deferring a crisis could lead to an even greater one later. Breaking the seal, on the other hand, was reckless in the extreme, opening the door to forces that might annihilate us all. And rewriting it… rewriting it was an uncharted hazard that both called to me and made my spine tingle with unease.
