The air was thick with tension as the family stood before the rift, the very fabric of reality torn asunder before them. The ground trembled under their feet, and the sky above swirled in ominous hues of black and red. The battle had been long, but now, the true cost of their journey had become all too clear.
The rift pulsed violently in front of them, the two worlds—Earth and the Enchanted Realm—clashing against each other in a war of forces beyond comprehension. It was a force that could not be stopped, not without making an unimaginable choice. Seraphyne felt the weight of it all, heavy in her chest. Her pulse quickened, and she glanced at Xavierre and Keizu, both standing by her side, their faces drawn with exhaustion, their expressions hard and determined.