The portal began to distort, its edges glitching and shifting, as if reality itself was breaking apart like a corrupted file in a computer game.
From below, humans and students watched in horror.
Then—
A massive hand emerged.
It wasn't flesh.
It wasn't even normal.
It was a colossal hand made of pure energy, a swirling mass of colors that shouldn't exist, constantly shifting between shades of red, blue, violet, and gold.
As it stretched outward, the portal expanded unnaturally, warping like a rubber band being pulled to its limits.
"What… what is that?" Zion's breath hitched.
His legs trembled.
And then—he fell to his knees.
The sheer pressure of its presence was suffocating.
Then—a head appeared.
It was humanoid in shape, but it had no face.
No eyes.
No mouth.
No features.
Just a blank, shifting figure, its form flickering between solid and intangible, constantly rewriting itself as if reality was struggling to define it.
The portal stretched even further.
