"Then it's settled," Alfredo said, his voice firm. "We will go there later."
Cara offered a satisfied nod. "Perfect. I'll send you the coordinates, we'll go there now and be ready to greet you when you arrive."
Suddenly the air turned heavy, like the pressure at the bottom of the ocean. The shadows in the corners of the room detached themselves from the walls, pooling together in the center of the floor. The aura was something far older, something that made the hair on everyone's even Alfredo's arms stand up and his blood run cold.
A tear in the fabric of the room opened and a jagged wound in reality that bled pure flowing darkness. They felt familiar with it, it was a Trace of Chaos.
Alfredo froze. His instincts screamed at him not to move, not to breathe. On the holographic screen, the parents watched in horror as the static began to eat away their feeds. The Trace flowed, a semi-solid smoke that transformed into a vague, towering shape.
