The moment they reached close to the rift, Arella noticed the thick lines running from the vortex, seeping into their sky. The thick cracks were slowly stretching from the edges of the vortex. They were jagged and glowed with a sick pulsating green light.
Arella had never encountered such a thing before. However, thanks to Kratel's memories, she immediately realized that the cracks were the vortex trying to tear the very fabric of their realm. In fact, she knew so many things now thanks to the memories she had somehow inherited from him.
The sky seemed to bleed shadows where the cracks were steadily spreading.
Such a thing should not be possible. It was not possible for another world to force open itself into theirs so easily. Unless they had found a loop in the laws of the world.
