The sky above them darkened, swirling with unnatural energy, as if the storm had become an extension of the rift itself. The winds howled through the trees, snapping branches like twigs, and the air hummed with the weight of something unseen. The distant rumble of thunder reverberated in the ground beneath their feet, vibrating through their bones.
Kael's hand instinctively went to the hilt of his sword, his gaze darting to the horizon. "Something's coming," he murmured, more to himself than to the others. The storm wasn't just weather—it was the rift manifesting, its energy warping the world around them.
Morgana stood beside him, her stance wide, prepared for whatever might emerge from the chaotic maelstrom. "We've come too far to turn back now. Whatever this is, we face it as one."
Rowan's expression was grim as he scanned the forest. "The rift's energy is being drawn to us. It's creating something… something we won't be able to avoid."