The Unseen Enemy
The village was quiet. Too quiet. The endless shifting between dimensions had finally settled, but a sense of foreboding still hung in the air like a thick, suffocating fog. Seraphyne stood at the center of the village square, her gaze scanning the horizon.
Every part of her being was on high alert. The fragments of herself they had encountered in the alternate realities were a stark reminder of the stakes at play. They had to fix the broken village, or all realities would collapse in on themselves.
But now, there was something more—a sense that something was watching them from the shadows, pulling the strings behind the scenes.
Keizu stood by her side, arms crossed, his usual smirk absent from his face. His eyes narrowed as he watched the village's edges, sensing the same unease. Xavierre, always calm in the face of danger, was unusually tense, his brow furrowed as he glanced at the swirling, distorted sky.