They stared at it.
A single line—so thin it almost looked drawn by a cosmic toddler with a faulty ruler—stretched across the sky, hovering just above the scorched remains of the battlefield.
It didn't shimmer. It didn't glow.
It hummed.
Low and deep, like the universe clearing its throat before delivering bad news.
Raven squinted. "...That's not a normal sky crease."
"Nope," Clara muttered, pressing closer to him, her instincts screaming.
Selena narrowed her eyes. "That's a problem line."
Jessy's hair floated from static. "Why is it giving me anxiety when I'm filled with trauma?"
Omni whispered from Raven's hand, voice unusually still, "Yo, boss. You ever look at something and feel like your soul wants to call its mom? 'Cause, I swear, this is one of those moments."
Suddenly—
CRACK.
A sound like splintering ice echoed through the air. All heads jerked up.
From the line—now flickering faintly with violet mana—a claw emerged.
