Energy leaked from the rift, cascading into the mortal realm below. Hovercars flickered, neon signs warped, and the faint hum of ancient magic intertwined with technology. The city, oblivious to the forces converging above it, carried on. But Kael knew the truth: the veil separating realms was thinning.
The anomaly, the key, the awakening power—it was no longer contained. The worlds were bleeding into one another. Kael, Myrrha, and Eloi stood at the center of it, and the future of both mortal and divine realms depended on their choices.
This is only the beginning, Kael thought, determination coiling like steel in his chest. And I will not fail.