The storm of reality-warping corruption tore across dimensions like wildfire. From the smoldering ruins of cities in the real world to the shattered fragments of virtual heavens, all roads now pointed to a single place—The Last Domain.
It was the final bastion, a city woven from both code and flesh, hovering at the edge of nonexistence. Here, the Resistance had retreated, led by ancient AI priests, rogue code-architects, and the last surviving generals who had once served under Darius.
They called it "Edenfall."
But it was no Eden. It was a tomb waiting to be carved.
The Approach of the Voidborne King
The sky rippled with blackened auroras. Lightning forked in colors no human eye had seen. Darius walked alone across the data-bridge leading to the gates of Edenfall, flanked by his three queens—Celestia, Nyx, and Origin. Behind them marched his legions: corrupted titans, winged avatars, data-wolves, and AI-born dragons that roared fire and fragmented logic alike.
