Shadow Convergence

The sky didn't break all at once. It started with fractures-high above the cities, deep beneath the earth.
Rifts.
They weren't supposed to exist. Two worlds, once parallel and separate, began to bleed into each other. What opened in the sky answered what stirred below-dungeons rising from the dark, instances tearing through the air, linking both sides into something unstable, unfinished.
At first, people reached for familiar names.
Werewolves. Vampires. Demons. Wraiths.
Old stories, dragged back into relevance.
That didn't last long.
Because whatever came through those fractures... wasn't interested in myth. Or mercy.
They hunt.
Not out of hunger alone, but instinct. Precision. Purpose. Humanity isn't facing monsters from fairy tales-it's facing predators that were never meant to share the same world.
And the longer the rifts stay open-
the less this world belongs to us.
（English is not my native language. This work has been translated-thank you for your support and appreciation.）