Moon spotted a few awakeners nearby, engaged in combat. They fought desperately, barely able to handle the beasts.
One man with a sword managed to hold off two bears simultaneously, but he was struggling—his movements growing slower, more defensive, bleeding from multiple wounds. A woman with ice magic kept a single bear at bay, but she was visibly exhausted, her spells weakening with each cast.
They were outmatched and outnumbered—the perfect recipe for disaster.
Moon's heart tightened, his mind drifting unbidden to a memory he'd tried to bury.
His parents had died in a rift breakage just like this one.
Two years ago, a random portal opened in their district. By the time the proper response teams arrived, his parents were already gone, torn apart. There was nothing left to even bury properly.
Moon had been at school when it happened. He'd been powerless then. Unable to do anything but cry like a child.
