Krayon Sol – Two Days Later
Rain whispered through the streets of the lower districts, soft and steady. The lanterns that once flickered with warmth now trembled in the mist, their glow swallowed in a curtain of grey. The air was heavy. Something had changed. Something unseen.
Aurora had vanished.
No one saw her leave. No one saw where she went. Not even Adam.
But this—this was her plan.
In the silent depths of the arcane sewers beneath the abandoned Eastern Gate, Aurora stood at the mouth of the Rift.
It was small. Unstable. Flickering in and out of view. But it was real. And worse—it was breathing.
It pulsed like a heartbeat, the Spiral's signature etched in its edge like a mocking grin. Echoes whispered through the currents of magic, broken memories repeating in foreign tongues. This was a blind spot. A test site. Something between a door and a mouth.
Perfect.
Aurora stepped forward. One last look behind her. No shadow followed. No sound.
"Begin the game," she whispered.
