New world. New Demons. · Y/n story by @Ivy32l0st

The void had a way of erasing time. No sunrise. No sunset. No change in the air, no shift in the pressure. Just the silence and the stars, frozen and indifferent, watching the four of them drift like forgotten debris.

Philza

squinting, a slow breath escaping him That's not just any rift. That's home. I'd know the wind of that place anywhere.

Technoblade

already stepping forward, hand resting on the hilt of his sword Home's been gone for a thousand years, Phil. If something's there now, it isn't ours.

Ranboo

hovering at the edge, half-corporeal, voice quiet Maybe... maybe that's alright? Maybe that's the point? We get to see what became of it.

Niki

softer, her eyes fixed on the light Or what's left of it.

The rift pulsed, breathing, as if inviting them forward. Behind them, the void churned—indifferent, endless, and cold. Ahead, the light flickered, casting long shadows across the four of them.