As the night deepened and the snowfall grew heavier, the quiet outside the camp remained undisturbed.
But nearly two kilometers away, something strange began to happen.
The space itself trembled for a brief moment, as if something was forcing its way through.
Then suddenly, a tear appeared in the air.
It was a dark hole, pitch black, swallowing even the faint light around it.
At first, it was small, unstable, flickering like it might close at any moment.
But then it began to stretch wider, slowly stabilizing as if something on the other side was pushing through.
The air around it felt heavy and distorted.
A leg stepped out first.
Then another.
And soon, a full-grown man walked out of the tear and into the open air.
It was Vivian.
He stepped forward calmly, but his body showed clear signs of exhaustion.
His breathing was slightly uneven, and his movements, though steady, carried a hidden weight.
