The rift pulsed before us, still open, still seeping the demonic energy that twisted reality. I could feel its hunger, the raw, destructive power that sought to consume everything. Aurelia was beside me, her breath heavy but steady, her eyes locked on the rift. We had given everything, and it still wasn't enough. The demons continued to pour through, twisted by the time distortions, and the air around us crackled with unstable magic. We were running out of time.
Aurelia turned to me, her expression resolute. "We have to give more."