The battlefield didn't just remain unstable.
It worsened.
The sky above seemed to fracture alongside the earth, clouds twisting unnaturally into dark spirals as if something beyond human understanding had begun to interfere with reality itself. The air grew heavier with each passing second, pressing down on everything—on the broken ground, the scattered debris, and most of all… on Emily.
She could feel it.
Not just around her—
But inside her.
The energy within her chest pulsed violently, responding to something deeper beneath the earth. It wasn't random anymore. It wasn't wild.
It was reacting.
Responding.
Answering a call.
Emily staggered slightly, her hand instinctively pressing against her chest as her breathing became uneven.
"They're not stopping…" Daniel muttered, his voice tight with unease as more shadow-like figures emerged from the widening cracks in the ground.
They didn't move like normal beings.
They crawled.
Shifted.
Distorted.
