Chapter 37 The Other Side

Fynn POV The world beyond the rift is no world at all—it’s a void, a shifting expanse of light and shadow, where ground and sky blur into a pulse of gold and white that hums in my bones. I’m weightless, floating, my body both here and not, my new light the only anchor keeping me from dissolving into the chaos. The figures’ words echo—balance, price, you—and I feel it, the cradle’s echo, not a thing but a force, a will, binding me to this place, demanding something I don’t yet understand. My heart pounds, Morgan’s face—his scream, his tears—burning in my mind, driving me to fight, to hold on.