Separation

The battle had left them breathless, but there was no time to linger. The Warden's defeat brought only temporary respite, as the Domain itself continued its chaotic collapse around them.

The victory felt hollow, fleeting, with the ground beneath their feet trembling, threatening to give way entirely.

Cruzer sheathed the Abyssal Shardblade, its dark energy still vibrating faintly, as though displeased with being put away so soon. He glanced at the others—Elara, Rook, and Jorin—each exhausted but alive.

"We need to move."

Elara nodded, her sharp gaze already flicking across the crumbling landscape. "This level won't hold much longer.

The connection's severed, but the Domain is still unstable. We have to reach the next layer before it falls apart completely."

"Rook, Jorin, you good?" Cruzer asked, his voice tight as the trembling earth beneath them grew worse, cracks racing outward in jagged patterns.