Mark’s POV

The light hits like a shockwave.

Not heat. Not fire. Something worse.

Pressure.

It slams into me, driving me back a step before I force my footing to hold. The ground cracks beneath my boots, dirt splitting under the weight of something that should not exist here.

“Rissa!”

She doesn’t answer.

She’s still standing in front of the fracture, barely ten feet away, completely exposed to whatever just broke through.

And it’s not one thing.

It’s many.

I can feel them.

Not see ...