The flames of Simharia still burned.
But under this storm, even fire could flicker.
Bahir landed beside Reganath atop the ramparts, sweat trailing down his temple despite the cool wind sweeping the city.
His voice, hoarse from shouting commands and battle, barely managed a whisper.
"The sky..."
Everyone raised their gaze instinctively, eyes widening at the sight before them.
Above the city, near-invisible cracks shimmered in the air like fractures in glass—splintering lines that spiderwebbed against the sky itself.
They pulsed faintly with an eerie, violet glow—not an ordinary rift.
One couldn't see anything coming out of it, but Alex, who had Sophie with him, could tell that wasn't the case.
Hearing Sophie's analysis of the crack, he muttered.
"Dimensional interference," he breathed. "The glitches—they're causing it."
There was something invisible leaking from it, causing people to transform.
However, not everyone was transforming.
