The sound of the giant pen scratching against the sky wasn't just a sound; it was a vibration that rattled my ribcage. It felt like someone was dragging a serrated knife across a chalkboard the size of a planet. Then, the floor of our Dimension Hub didn't just vanish—it gave up. One second I was looking at the worried face of a teenage boy in a "Code is Law" t-shirt, and the next, I was plummeting through a blindingly white abyss.
"Ren! Grab the cheese!" Tybalt's scream was the last thing I heard before the wind—or whatever this rushing pressure was—ripped the words away.
I reached out blindly, my fingers catching on something rough and cold. It was the "Edge of Reality." The knife was still strapped to my belt, its silver line glowing with a frantic, pulsing heat. I felt a heavy weight slam into my side—Kaelen. He'd managed to grab my collar with one hand while clutching the unconscious Valen with the other.
