The fissure seemed alive, almost pulsating as it widened slightly overnight. Jas couldn’t shake the feeling that it was watching them somehow.
“We need to move,” Roman said bluntly, staring at the crack as if it might swallow them whole.
“Move where?” Ivy Mae shot back, frustration bubbling to the surface. “This is all we have left!”
Miracle growled low, pacing near the edge of the crack. It wasn’t like the usual playful or protective growls Jas had heard before—it was almost...warning.
As they debated, the sky darkened. The auroras returned, casting the landscape in eerie, shifting colors. The ground gave a sudden jolt, sending them all scrambling to stay upright.
“We can’t stay here,” Roman said again, his tone firmer this time.