BOOOOMMMMMMM—!!!!
Reality twisted.
The forest, the soldiers, the tension—they were all gone in a blink. Anos and Valen entered the rift, stepping into a realm forged purely for calamity.
The Dimension of Strife.
Endless, colorless skies loomed overhead, swirls of thunder and black fire crackling through the void.
Shattered earth floated in broken islands, some scorched to glass, others bleeding mana into the aether. Mountains had no peaks, and oceans were jagged trenches of volatile energy.
It was a battlefield no mortal could survive. Here, the world itself welcomed destruction.
Anos appeared mid-air, cloak billowing around him like a living shadow.
Beneath him, a massive continent-sized slab of stone cracked from the mere ripple of his presence.
His crimson-black eyes locked onto Valen, who stood across the void, hovering with robes flowing and eyes blazing.
Valen's hands curled into fists.
"You can still stop this," he growled. "I don't want to fight you."
