The air thickened as Ghostroot loomed on the edge of the Echo Field. The malformed entity pulsed with chaotic energies, an amalgamation of corrupted timelines and digital wails. Each step it took fractured the ground beneath, warping the landscape into kaleidoscopic horrors. Towering spires bent like wax in its presence. The world around them rebelled against its existence.
"It's drawing power from the fractured timelines," Eve said, her voice taut with alarm. She was already interfacing with her wrist console, scanning the spatial anomalies.
"We can't fight it here," Ethan barked. "This whole place is unstable. One wrong move, and we could unravel ourselves into nonexistence."
Rina turned toward the Liminal Spire. The ancient tower shimmered, half-visible, caught between real and not-real. But it stood tall, a beacon in the uncertainty. "There must be a core," she muttered. "A stabilizing node. Something we can use."
