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On the fractured skies of Coven, where the Fade gnawed at the edges of reality, a new tear split the air above Lastlight Anchorage. Neon lights flickered as a shimmering rift spiraled open, spilling lithium-white energy. From it stepped Zael Korren, the grey wolf hybrid, his smoky fur rippling in the charged wind. His vibrant teal chest fur and matching wild mane caught the dying light, while piercing green eyes scanned the chaos with calm intensity. A silver ear piercing vibrated softly against his ear. He landed lightly, katana-like blade humming with residual rift energy at his side. The sword’s edge still trailed faint cyan arcs. Revelers paused their revelry, drinks in hand. Resigned monks lifted their gazes. In the Aetherium Spire, Dr. Elian Voss’s instruments screamed with impossible readings. Zael adjusted a small velvet pouch at his belt, one of many containing trinkets from a hundred dying worlds. “Another anchor point,” he murmured, voice smooth and laced with cynical humor. “Or the last one.” He moved with predatory grace through the crowd, accepting a mug of bitter black coffee from a wide-eyed vendor without breaking stride. Zara “Last Round” Kael shoved through the throng, grinning. “New meat with fancy tricks? You here to fight the end or screw it?” Zael’s knowing smile flashed. “Studying it. The Fade doesn’t just erase—it corrects. I intend to find the error.” His ear piercing hummed louder near the Spire, drawing him toward Voss’s team. Kael Thorn watched warily from the shadows, sensing another walker of unstable paths. As the Fade pressed closer, Zael became the reluctant bridge between factions. The dimension walker offered hope wrapped in uncertainty: portals to glimpse what lay beyond the Fade, and questions that terrified even the Solvers. On Coven’s final days, the riftwalker hunted the truth that could save them all—or doom them faster.