One evening, while studying in the Tower of Sages, Kei noticed a strange symbol on her palm. It was faint, like an afterimage, but as she stared, it began to glow. She ran to the sages, and they gathered around, examining it with intense curiosity.

"This is a residue from the rift," one sage said, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and wonder. "It's a mark—an imprint of the connection forged between our world and theirs."

Kei tried to mask her worry. "Is this... dangerous?"

The head sage's expression was grim. "It could mean that the energy from the rift now flows through you, linking you to the other world. It might draw others—beings sensitive to such energy—to seek you out. Some may be allies, but others..."

The warning lingered in her mind, fueling a new urgency. They needed to be prepared for whatever this mark might attrac