Chapter 6: The Crimson Rift Awakens
The world trembled again.
The sky cracked open like glass, and from the bleeding rift above, rivers of red light poured down. The Blood Moon had returned—its glow pulsing like the heart of the apocalypse itself.
Cities were already in ruins. Humanity was scattered, struggling to breathe in a world devoured by night. But amidst the chaos, two figures stood on opposite ends of destiny.
Riven — his crimson eyes glowing like burning embers, veins flickering with the cursed energy of the ancient blood.
Kael — his body shadowed in black mist, bones cracking as the decay of death itself fused into him.
They weren't enemies… yet. But fate was sharpening its blade.
The rift above widened, revealing an ancient mark that burned across the heavens — the seal of the Origin of Blood. It whispered through the wind, echoing across every broken street and ruined city.
> "Two shall rise. One shall rule. The other shall rot."
Riven gasped, clutching his chest. Visions flooded his mind — ancient warriors with fangs, thrones built from ash, and a shadowed figure sitting above all life.
Kael screamed in pain as his own vision showed endless corpses rising, armies of the dead kneeling before his feet.
Both fell to their knees, their powers colliding through the air — red flame and dark decay twisting together in a storm that split the earth.
From the shadows, humans watched in awe and terror. Some whispered that the "Blood King" had returned. Others fell to their knees, believing it was judgment day.
But one girl — Liora, a survivor from the fallen city — didn't run. She raised her weapon and shouted,
"Stop them! Before this world turns to dust!"
Her scream echoed through the smoke.
Soldiers opened fire. The ground exploded.
But the bullets turned to ash midair — consumed by Riven's blood energy.
Kael's eyes snapped open. "It's too late," he whispered. "The Crimson Rift has chosen…"
And then, from the rift, something massive began to descend — an ancient creature, its wings made of bones and veins, its scream loud enough to shatter windows.
It was the Guardian of the Rift, the first herald of the Origin — a being that protected the balance between night and rot.
Riven looked up, blood dripping from his hands. "I'll destroy anything that threatens this world," he said.
Kael smirked darkly. "And I'll raise everything you destroy."
The two looked at each other — brothers of fate, kings of opposite worlds.
As the Guardian descended, their powers erupted once again.
The ground split open, the rift expanded, and the first war between the living and the undead began.
And in that chaos, a whisper returned — soft, ancient, and terrible.
> "The Origin stirs… the true war has only begun."
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