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Jack followed Katrina through the grand corridors of the White Tiger Palace, his mind still processing everything she had told him. Twenty years alone in this world, ruling an empire, preparing for war… and now this?

She was guarding something.

Something important.

Something that she hadn't told anyone.

Jack could see it in her posture—the way her shoulders tensed slightly, the way her fingers flexed as if preparing for the weight of what she was about to show him.

What could be so important that even she, a Monarch, had to personally guard it?

They passed through several security checkpoints, each more fortified than the last. He noticed elaborate defensive structures, enchanted walls, and heavily armed guards stationed at every turn.

"This is no ordinary place," Jack muttered, analyzing the layered security measures. "You're hiding something extremely dangerous."

Katrina gave him a small smirk. "That's why you're the first outsider I've ever brought here."

Jack's brows furrowed. "Not even your generals?"

She shook her head. "Only me."

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What could be so catastrophic that even her own trusted people were kept in the dark?

Then, they arrived at a sealed chamber—a massive vault-like door made of unknown alloy, pulsing faintly with energy.

Katrina placed her hand on a panel, and the entire door rumbled. A series of locks and barriers began to unravel.

Jack felt a shift in the air.

Something wrong.

Something unnatural.

The moment the door opened, a wave of distorted energy flooded out. The very fabric of space around them wavered like a heat mirage.

And then Jack saw it.

The Torn Space

At the center of the chamber, surrounded by layers of barriers and containment fields, was a horrifying sight:

A rift.

A wound in space itself.

It wasn't just a crack—it was a swirling tear in reality, shifting and twisting, revealing glimpses of something… beyond.

A void of shifting colors, flickering shadows, and unrecognizable structures that defied all logic.

Jack's breath hitched.

This wasn't just a scientific anomaly.

This was something far greater.

Something that shouldn't exist.

Something that threatened to consume everything.

Katrina stepped beside him. "This is what I've been guarding, Jack."

Jack slowly approached, his mind racing.

He could feel it—the pull, the distortion, the sheer instability of the fabric of space itself.

Katrina's voice was firm. "This rift appeared twenty years ago. The same time I arrived in this world."

Jack turned to her, stunned. "It's connected to you?"

She nodded. "I believe so. I woke up near this place when I first arrived. At first, it was small, barely the size of a coin. But over the years, it's grown."

Jack's gaze darkened.

"It's expanding."

Katrina exhaled. "Yes."

She turned to him, her eyes serious. "That's why I had to build an empire, Jack. I needed resources, manpower, and control. I needed to ensure that no one—no one—ever used this rift for the wrong reasons."

Jack studied the chaotic distortion. He had never seen anything like this, even in his wildest experiments back on Future Island.

"Has anyone ever gone through it?"

Katrina hesitated before answering. "Yes."

Jack turned to her, his body tensing. "And?"

Her expression darkened. "None ever returned."

Jack felt a chill crawl up his spine.

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This wasn't just a spatial anomaly.

This was a doorway.

To something else.

To somewhere else.

To somewhere no one should ever go.

Jack took a deep breath, forcing his mind to stabilize. He needed to analyze this like a scientist, not let his emotions cloud his judgment.

"Has the rift ever communicated?" he asked.

Katrina's brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

Jack pointed at the fluctuating colors inside the tear. "Is there a pattern? A frequency? Any form of energy signature that repeats itself?"

Katrina thought for a moment. "We've recorded strange signals coming from it at times. Sometimes, whispers. But we've never deciphered them."

Jack felt a rush of excitement and fear. Whispers?

That meant something was on the other side.

Something alive.

Or something worse.

His mind was already working on possibilities.

1. The rift was a natural anomaly, an unstable wormhole-like phenomenon caused by cosmic energy.

2. The rift was artificial, created by someone—or something—with technology beyond his understanding.

3. The rift was alive.

The last possibility sent a shiver through his spine.

Katrina continued. "The Shadow King has been searching for this, Jack. He doesn't just want to conquer this world—he wants access to whatever is inside."

Jack clenched his fists.

The Shadow King knew.

He wanted the rift.

And if he got to it before Jack could understand it…

The entire world was doomed.

Jack turned to Katrina, his mind racing with ideas. He needed to stabilize the rift.

If it was connected to their arrival, then maybe—just maybe—he could use it to find out why they were here.

Maybe even find a way home.

But first, he needed data.

Jack cracked his knuckles. "Katrina, I need access to all your research on this. Every recording, every scan, every experiment."

Katrina nodded. "Done."

Jack then pointed at the rift. "I need to study it up close. We need to figure out what's on the other side."

Katrina hesitated for a moment, then nodded again.

She trusted him.

And she knew that if anyone could figure this out…

It was Jack.

But deep inside, Jack knew one thing.

Whatever was beyond that rift… it was watching them.

And it was only a matter of time before it reached out

A Crack in the Heavens

Jack was still analyzing the rift, his mind filled with countless theories, when suddenly—the sky trembled.

A deep, rumbling noise, like a cosmic thunderclap, echoed across the land.

Then—a tear in the sky.

It was as if reality itself had been peeled apart, a massive golden fissure forming in the heavens.

Jack's instincts screamed danger.

Katrina immediately summoned her guards, her hand gripping her sword.

From within the crack, a figure descended.

A colossal being, so massive it made mountains look small, emerged. Lightning arced across his body, his sheer presence distorting space.

His skin was bronze, etched with golden veins of pure energy. His eyes burned like twin suns, and in his hand, he gripped a massive staff that crackled with power.

He landed without a sound, yet the very earth trembled beneath his presence.

Jack stared in awe. "What… is this?"

Katrina took a step back, whispering in shock. "A god."

Jack swallowed hard. A real god?

The colossal being's gaze swept across the land before settling directly on Jack.

"You."

Jack felt the weight of that single word crash down upon him. It wasn't just a voice—it was authority incarnate, a command that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of existence.

The god narrowed his glowing eyes. "You are not from this world."

Jack's mind raced. How does he know? Who is he?

Then, the god's expression darkened, and for the first time, Jack noticed something unusual—the god looked… troubled.

The towering deity took a step forward, and time itself seemed to slow.

Katrina instinctively drew her sword, but the god barely spared her a glance.

His focus was solely on Jack.

Jack steadied himself. "Who are you?"

The god studied him for a long moment before speaking.

"I am Caelthar, Sky Sovereign of the Aetherian Realm."

His voice reverberated like rolling thunder.

Jack's analytical mind kicked in. Aetherian Realm? A higher plane of existence?

Jack took a deep breath. "And why are you here?"

Caelthar's golden eyes flickered toward the torn space behind Jack.

"Because something has gone terribly wrong."

Jack's stomach dropped.

The god clenched his staff tighter. "The balance of space-time has been… fractured." He gestured toward the rift. "This tear in reality—it should not exist."

Jack exchanged glances with Katrina. "You know what this is?"

Caelthar nodded, his expression grave. "It is a wound in the fabric of the cosmos. And it is growing."

Jack felt a cold realization creep up his spine.

This god isn't here to attack us.

He's here because he's afraid

Caelthar exhaled, his energy surging. "I have watched over countless worlds, maintaining balance between realms. But this rift… it defies even my understanding."

He turned back to Jack. "And you, mortal, you are connected to it."

Jack's mind raced. Connected? How?

Caelthar continued. "Your arrival in this world… your inventions, your survival… None of it should have been possible. You are an anomaly in the grand order."

Jack took a deep breath, then asked the question that had been burning in his mind.

"If I'm an anomaly… then what about Katrina?"

Caelthar's expression shifted slightly. He turned toward Katrina, his eyes narrowing.

Jack pressed on. "She arrived here twenty years ago. She's not from this world either. So why is the rift tied to me?"

The god went silent for a moment.

Then, in a low voice, he said, "Because you are not the first."

Jack felt his blood turn cold.

Katrina stiffened beside him.

Caelthar's gaze bore into Jack. "You are not the first to fall into this world, Jack. And you will not be the last."

Jack's fists clenched. "Then… there are others?"

Caelthar nodded slowly. "And one of them… is responsible for this."

Jack's mind exploded with possibilities.

Someone else from Earth—or another world—had come here before them.

And they had done something.

Something that had broken the balance of space-time.

Jack took a deep breath. "Then tell me, Sky Sovereign… how do we stop it?"

Caelthar's gaze darkened.

"We find the one who caused it."

"And we erase them from existence."