The heavens cracked.
The Architect Armada descended from the shattered stars — an army of machine gods, war machines larger than cities, and nightmare constructs powered by forgotten physics.
Shadow stood alone on the ruins of the Heart Shrine, his void wings unfurling into the burning sky.
Behind him, the Ashborn roared — not a bike anymore, but a living beast of black flame and iron hunger.
He wasn't truly alone, though.From the shattered cities, the fallen wastelands, and the hidden tombs, others came:
The Drowned Saints — souls who traded life for vengeance.
The Bone Choir — cursed survivors of the first Abyss war, singing death into existence.
The Broken Children — failed experiments of the Architects, now monstrous and beautiful in their rage.
Shadow lifted his sword — the living blade shrieked, eager for blood.
"Let them come."
The battle was apocalyptic:
Vel-Tor unleashed solar storms — Shadow devoured them, turning fire into weaponized void.
Nemeia tried to corrupt him through dreams — but Shadow's mind was a labyrinth of knives, and she was torn apart from within.
Tzarath bound him in cosmic chains — but he shattered them and hurled the fragments through ten dimensions at once.
And finally, Sigma Prime descended.
The Architect of Architects.
A walking singularity.
Even Shadow staggered before its power.
But with a single roar that tore open the fabric of existence, he launched into the final battle — a duel to unmake the future itself.