The Heart Chamber was silent.
No one moved.
No one breathed.
The mysterious voice still echoed in their minds.
"He's coming back!"
The words lingered like a storm cloud hanging over the chamber.
Everyone stared at the Rift.
The tear in reality shimmered violently.
Beyond it, the Graveyard of Worlds stretched endlessly into the distance.
Frozen galaxies.
Dead civilizations.
The remains of realities long consumed.
And somewhere among them—
Someone was alive.
Someone had spoken.
Emily's heart raced.
Because the voice hadn't sounded ancient.
It hadn't sounded monstrous.
It had sounded human.
Terrified.
Desperate.
Alive.
The scream echoed again.
This time, weaker.
As though crossing impossible distances had drained its strength.
Alexander stepped beside Emily.
His hand instinctively found hers.
Neither spoke.
Neither needed to.
The gravity of the moment was obvious.
The impossible had happened.
