Chapter 81 When It Breaks

• Amelia P.O.V.
• The moment I step back, I feel the difference. It isn’t the absence of the pull, not completely, but a shift in it—like something that had settled into place has been nudged just slightly out of alignment. The space around us tightens almost immediately, the distortion reacting faster than before, less controlled, less contained. It doesn’t calm. It strains. And the longer I stay outside it, the more unstable it becomes.
• “It’s reacting,” Rayven says quietly, her voice sharper.