Raya's nose twitched constantly, sniffing out ancient magic buried beneath ice and snow. "Dark energy," she muttered, low and ominous, and yeah, that made me shiver even more. Chubby—shockingly—didn't sass back. I think even he was respecting the cold, dark vibes the rift was throwing off. Or maybe he just knew arguing with ancient magic in freezing snow was a one-way ticket to death. Probably both.
And then… the rift trembled. The ground groaned like some giant had rolled over in its sleep. The tremor wasn't just felt, it was heard, a low, ancient rumble beneath our feet that shook bones and souls alike. Snow swirled in chaotic eddies, and the rift blinked like a cosmic eye, arcs of ancient magic stabbing at the sky like jagged teeth. Everyone froze. Everyone except me, of course.
Me? I went full chaos mode. Hair flying, cape whipping in the wind, I stomped through snow drifts like a tiny, furious hurricane.
