Not with thunder. Not with fire.

Just a silent fracture—like glass giving up its shape.

For a heartbeat, the world held still.

Then it expanded.

Mountains dragged themselves from the horizon. Seas recoiled and revealed continents that had no history. Cities woke to find new lands pressing against their borders, as if they had always been there.

And the people—if they could still be called that—began to change.

Y/n stood at the edge of what used to be a familiar road. Now it ended in a cliff overlooking a forest of trees with bark like molten copper, their leaves humming in a language the wind had never spoken before.

Behind them, the village still smoldered.

Ahead, the unknown stretched.