The gray grew so heavy it felt like walking through tar.
"Sixty-four minutes," Azryth said, his voice strained.
The golden tether between us pulsed steadily, cutting through the oppressive darkness like a lifeline.
Then the air… if there was air in limbo… began to vibrate.
Something deeper than just a sound, a tremor in the fabric of the void itself.
"What's that?" I asked.
Azryth's eyes widened. "Run."
"What.."
"RUN!"
He grabbed my hand and we ran.
Behind us, the gray exploded.
Not like when the predator emerged, this was bigger and catastrophic, the void itself was tearing apart, fragmenting into impossible shapes and colors that hurt to perceive.
A chaos storm.
Reality warping violently, dimensional barriers collapsing and reforming at random. I saw glimpses of other places bleeding through.. alien landscapes, impossible geometries, things that shouldn't exist anywhere.
The storm was expanding, fast.
