Chapter 100 Riftborn

• The Western Duskline was a place of endings. Mountains no longer grew there. Rivers didn’t sing. The wind moved only because it remembered what motion felt like.
• Lucy stood at the edge of the world, her boots planted in soil that seemed to hum with ancient grief.
• Beside her stood Jacobs, blade strapped tight to his back. Scott, face calm but eyes shifting with unease. Elira, wrapped in shadow-woven robes, flame mirror in her grip. And Kael, whose senses had already picked up the first signs of magic distortion. Behind them, a handpicked squad of Flame Guard and MoonShadow sentries waited in tense silence. They had crossed the world in three days. But time didn’t feel real out here. Even footsteps echoed wrong.