The Last Hope
The air was thick with tension as Seraphyne and her family made their way through the dense forest, the path before them shrouded in the growing chaos between Earth and the enchanted realm.
The rift was becoming increasingly unstable, tearing through the fabric of both worlds with every passing moment. The shadows that had once seemed mere glimpses of night now twisted and writhed, as if the darkness itself was coming alive, desperate to pull everything into its void.
"There has to be a way," Seraphyne muttered to herself as she hurried along the rocky path, her footsteps barely making a sound in the thick underbrush. She could feel the ground beneath her trembling with the energy of the collapsing realms. Each step forward was a gamble, but it was the only option left.
Xavierre, walking closely beside her, turned his head to glance at her. "We're running out of time, Seraphyne. We need to find that temple before everything falls apart."