Chapter 157: Fractured Reality

Thelma Zane’s Perspective The rock wall was no longer still. It moved in a way that seemed deliberate, as though it had realized we were watching. Any pretense of harmlessness evaporated. Before we could react, the cave around us changed dramatically. Space twisted violently, its dimensions folding and warping in ways that defied the laws of physics. The walls intersected and overlapped, and the ground seemed to shift out of existence only to reappear above us. The cave was no longer a physical structure—it was an illusion of chaotic dimensions collapsing into themselves. Frank’s voice rang out above the confusion. “Everyone, stay together! Don’t separate, and keep away from the points where space intersects!” His warning came just as the environment shifted once more. The cave folded inward like a crumpled piece of paper. Up became down, and down became a swirling void. Gravity seemed optional. Vision became unreliable; what we saw might not exist, and what we could not s