The scream continued long after the sound itself should have ended.
It echoed through the collapsing Temple like a wound reverberating through reality, and every second it persisted, the silver fractures spread faster across the ancient stone surrounding us. Entire sections of the chamber folded inward unnaturally, not crumbling like normal structures but bending as though existence itself had begun losing cohesion beneath the pressure of the fracture-born's presence.
Nyx staggered beside me, one hand pressed tightly against her ear while blood slipped between her fingers in thin crimson trails. Her breathing had become uneven, sharper now, but despite the pain distorting her expression, her grip on her weapon never loosened.
