He slowly lifted his hand and, almost instinctively, focused on the palm of his hand.
At first, nothing happened. But then—a small tear began to form on the surface of his skin.
It was subtle at first, just a thin line appearing as if the air itself had been split.
Its color was a dark gray, almost like the shade of wet stone, and it carried a faint shimmer, like a reflection of some unseen light.
It didn't look like a cut or a burn, since there was no blood or even a flesh opening.
Yet, the strange appearance of it made him stop breathing for a moment.
He instinctively pulled his hand back, startled. 'What… is this?'
But at the end of the day, his curiosity overpowered caution, and Noah leaned forward, peering into the tear.
The gray darkness of the tear shifted, swirling for a second, before opening into a vast, open space within his vision.
He gasped, surprise by what appeared before him.
