The Rift’s corrupted glow pulsed faintly through jagged cracks in the cavern walls, casting distorted shadows across the uneven ground. Static energy buzzed faintly in the air, setting my teeth on edge. Each step felt heavier like the gravity here was trying to drag us down into the glitching abyss below.

Selene walked ahead of us, her posture rigid and her amber eyes sharp as she scanned every crevice and corner. Devon followed behind me, his crimson greatsword on his shoulder, his heavy boots crunching over loose stones and fragments of unstable code. I trailed between them, shadows curling at my ankles with every step.

No one spoke.

The silence wasn’t comfortable—it was sharp, like the edge of a dagger held against fragile glass. I could feel the weight of their unspoken words pressing down on me, and every few steps, I caught Devon glancing at Selene with a tightness in his jaw that I hadn’t seen before.

My HUD flickered faintly, glitching along the edges as we walked.

[ENVIRONMENTAL HAZARD: ZONE STABILITY – 20%]

This place is falling apart. The thought was cold and heavy in my chest. We couldn’t afford to slow down.

Eventually, the path split into three directions, each route disappearing into shadows lit faintly by glitching red and blue veins of corrupted code.

Selene knelt by the fork, one dagger in her hand, as she traced the faint prints in the dust. “There’s movement here. Not just monsters—players or operatives.”

Devon stepped forward, his voice low. “Which way do we go?”

Selene didn’t look up. “The left path shows the freshest prints. But it’s narrow. A perfect place for an ambush.”

“And the middle?” Devon asked.

Selene pointed her dagger at the center path, her amber eyes narrowing. “It’s wide open. But that also means we’re easy targets.”

“And the right?” I asked hesitantly.

“It descends steeply,” Selene said. “We might end up stuck in a pocket of corrupted terrain. It’s unpredictable.”

Devon exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “So we’ve got a death trap, an ambush, and a blind drop. Fantastic.”

“We’re not picking the least worst option, Devon. We’re picking the smartest one,” Selene said coldly, standing up and facing him.

“And what do you suggest, Selene? Creep along the edge of an ambush because you want to feel safe?” Devon’s voice was sharp now, cutting through the tension like a blade.

Selene’s shoulders squared, her amber eyes blazing as she stepped closer to him. “Safe? Do you think this is about safety? I’m trying to keep us alive, Devon. Every reckless choice you’ve made has nearly gotten us killed.”

Devon’s jaw tightened, his grip flexing around the hilt of his greatsword. “And every hesitation of yours slows us down. We won’t sneak our way out of this Rift, Selene. At some point, we’re going to have to fight. That’s reality.”

The air between them crackled with something raw and unspoken. Shadows flickered nervously at my feet, reacting to the rising tension in the space.

“Devon,” Selene said, her voice low but sharp. “You’re not the only one who cares about Kiera’s safety. But you act like you’re the only one who understands the risks.”

Devon let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Risks? You think I don’t understand risks? I’ve been watching her fight for her life in this hellhole since day one, Selene. Every second she’s here is another second closer to her being broken by this place.”

“You’re not her shield, Devon!” Selene snapped. “She’s stronger than you think. But you’re smothering her. And one day, that overprotectiveness is going to get us all killed.”

Devon stepped forward, his towering frame casting a shadow over Selene. “I’m doing what needs to be done. Someone has to make the calls when things fall apart. Someone has to keep her safe.”

“And what happens when you can’t, Devon?” Selene’s voice was quiet now but sharp as glass. “What happens when your strength isn’t enough? Who’s going to protect her then?”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Devon’s jaw was set, his eyes locked onto Selene’s with an intensity that made my chest tight.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop!” I said, my voice louder than I intended. Both of them turned to look at me, their expressions still tight with emotion. “You’re both trying to protect me, I get that. But this isn’t helping anyone. We can’t afford to be at each other’s throats—not here. Not now.”

Devon turned away, his shoulders rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. Selene sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she stepped back, breaking eye contact with him.

I swallowed hard, my shadows flickering faintly around me. “We need to move forward. Together.”

After a long silence, Selene finally spoke. “The middle path. It’s risky, but we’ll have visibility. We’ll need to stay sharp and move fast.”

Devon didn’t respond immediately. He turned his head slightly, his voice quieter this time. “Fine. The middle path it is.”

It wasn’t an apology, but it was close enough.

We started walking again, the silence between them now colder, heavier. I stayed close to Devon, his presence still carrying that protective warmth despite the edge of his movements. Selene walked slightly ahead, her posture sharp, her daggers gripped tightly.

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Every so often, Devon’s eyes flicked toward Selene—just briefly—before snapping back to the path ahead.

I felt caught between them, like a fragile bridge suspended over chaos, and one wrong word would send all three of us crashing into the void below.

The corridor opened into a wider chamber—a vast cavern filled with glitching platforms suspended mid-air. Energy crackled from jagged crystals jutting out of the stone, and corrupted creatures prowled across the floating structures.

Selene raised her hand, signaling for us to stop. “We’ll need to cross carefully. Those platforms won’t stay stable for long.”

We moved single-file across the narrow bridge. Every step sent faint cracks spider-webbing outward from our boots. Below us, the corrupted chasm pulsed with a faint, malevolent light.

Halfway across, the bridge shuddered violently.

[WARNING: ENVIRONMENTAL COLLAPSE IMMINENT]

Chunks of stone began to fall away, pixelating into shards of light as they tumbled into the void. Devon cursed under his breath as he picked up speed. Selene was already moving, her steps light and precise.

I stumbled as the bridge buckled beneath me.

“Shadow Mirage!” I shouted instinctively.

Three shadowy duplicates flickered into existence around me. One stepped onto a collapsing stone segment, stabilizing it momentarily. Another dashed ahead, drawing the attention of glitching wraiths that had begun to emerge from the cracks below.

I lunged forward, barely catching myself as my feet hit stable ground. Selene grabbed my arm, pulling me up just as the last section of the bridge crumbled behind us.

Devon landed beside us, his greatsword slamming into the ground for balance. His breath was heavy, his brow slick with sweat.

“That was too close,” he said, his voice tight.

Selene released my arm, her amber eyes flickering between Devon and me. “Your duplicates… you controlled them, like, really well this time.”

I nodded, my heart still racing. “It felt… instinctive. Like they knew where to go.”

Devon patted my shoulder lightly. “Keep honing that instinct. It’s keeping us alive.”

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The silence that followed the argument was sharp and heavy, pressing down on us like the unstable weight of the Rift itself. Selene stalked ahead, her movements sharp, her amber eyes glinting faintly in the corrupted glow of the cavern. Devon walked behind me, his broad shoulders tense, his greatsword resting against his shoulder with practiced ease.

I lingered between them, shadows curling softly around my feet, responding to the tight coil of anxiety in my chest. Their words still lingered in the air—sharp, raw, and unspoken. They weren’t wrong—neither of them. Selene’s caution and Devon’s boldness were both necessary. But together, they were fire and ice, constantly clashing, each refusing to yield to the other.

The Rift stretched endlessly ahead, the narrow stone pathways twisting like fractured veins beneath our boots. The walls flickered with faint strands of red and blue light, and every now and then, distant screeches echoed through the tunnels—a reminder that this place was alive in ways we couldn’t understand.

I exhaled, my breath misting faintly in the chill air. “How much further until we reach stable ground?”

Selene spoke without turning her head. “If the waypoint is accurate, we’re nearing a cross-section of Rift anomalies. Places where the code overlaps and becomes… erratic.”

“Meaning what?” Devon’s voice was gruff, clipped.

“Meaning it’s either going to be a safe zone… or a death trap,” Selene said flatly.

Devon let out a low huff. “Fantastic.”

The path narrowed as the air around us grew thicker with static energy. The faint hum of corrupted code grew louder, vibrating through the stone beneath our feet.

My HUD flickered briefly.

[ZONE STABILITY: 15%]

Tiny particles of glitching light floated in the air around us like broken glass suspended mid-fall. They clung faintly to my cloak, vanishing whenever I tried to touch them.

Something felt… off.

“Do you feel that?” I said softly, my shadows flickering faintly at my feet.

Selene stopped, her amber eyes scanning the narrow tunnel ahead. “We’re being watched.”

Devon’s grip tightened on his greatsword. “Monsters or players?”

Selene narrowed her eyes. “Look.”

She knelt near the ground, tracing her gloved fingers along a faint line in the dust—a footprint. It wasn’t large or animalistic. It was humanoid.

I stepped closer, my shadows reacting faintly to the print, spreading outward.

“These aren’t random wanderers,” Selene said quietly. “They’ve been here. Recently.”

Devon frowned, his gaze following the faint trail of prints. “Could be rogue players, operatives… or something else entirely.”

I turned my attention to the walls. Symbols had been etched faintly into the stone—symbols I couldn’t recognize. They glitched faintly, fragments of letters and numbers flickering in and out of focus.

“What do these mean?” I asked, tracing one of the symbols lightly with my fingertips.

Selene’s lips pressed into a thin line. “They’re markers. Someone was trying to map this place—leave messages for others to follow.”

Devon stepped beside me, squinting at one of the symbols. “Encrypted… but sloppy. Like they were in a hurry.”

My HUD flickered again, and a faint waypoint pulsed on my mini-map.

[DISTORTED SIGNAL DETECTED: PROCEED WITH CAUTION]

The waypoint led to a distant cavern, barely visible in the glitching haze at the end of the path.

“We follow the trail,” Selene said, her voice steady. “But we stay sharp.”

The path opened into a cavern unlike any we’d seen before. Makeshift structures had been carved into the jagged stone walls—barricades of scrap metal and glitching materials reinforced weak spots in the terrain.

Faint lanterns flickered with distorted blue light, casting eerie shadows across the debris-strewn floor. Cables snaked along the ground, leading to broken data pads and scattered equipment—some still glowing faintly with corrupted energy.

At the center of the cavern, a rusted terminal flickered weakly, its screen half-obscured by static and glitching lines of text.

“An outpost,” Devon said softly, his eyes scanning the wreckage.

“Not just an outpost,” Selene replied, kneeling beside a shattered crate. Inside, faint traces of weapon mods and experimental gear glimmered beneath the debris. “This was an operative camp. Whoever was here… they left in a hurry.”

I moved cautiously to the rusted terminal, my HUD flickering as I approached. Its screen crackled faintly, distorted text scrolling across its surface.

[CONNECTION LOST][ERROR: CORRUPTED DATA DETECTED][FRAGMENT LOCATOR INITIALIZED...]