Ben Battle Ready -

Ben didn’t wait. He grabbed a fire axe from a broken display, stepped to the tear’s edge, and swung. Not at the rift—at the air around it, splintering the space like ice. The crack made a sound like a hurt animal and sealed with a soft thump .

Ben looked at the axe, then at the empty air. “I didn’t.” ben battle ready

Ben clicked his vest straps. “Stay inside. Lock the doors.” Then he walked out. Ben didn’t wait