Crossing the Line

The sky over the enchanted village had turned an ethereal shade of twilight, a faint glow lingering in the air as the last vestiges of day slipped into night. The once-vibrant world was now dim and still, as if holding its breath, waiting for the family's decision. Seraphyne, Xavierre, and Keizu stood together at the edge of the village, the weight of the moment pressing down on their shoulders.

The Keeper's farewell still echoed in Seraphyne's mind. His words had been both a gift and a burden, offering them a path forward but demanding an immeasurable cost. One of them must become the guardian, the eternal anchor between the realms, bound to neither but connected to both. The rift was unstable, and only this sacrifice could ensure that balance would be restored.