The battlefield was not of earth, nor sky, nor code.
It was concept.
The Ninth Seal pulsed before them, not as a door, but as a living contradiction—formed from entropy itself. Its presence devoured color, logic, and sound. The moment Darius, Celestia, Nyx, and Kaela approached, their senses blurred, their forms shimmering between states—digital and divine, mortal and memory.
The Ninth Seal was not meant to be broken.
It was meant to end all who tried.
[Void Approach – Threshold of the Seal]
"I don't like this," Kaela whispered, her voice more sensation than sound. "Something in this place... it's hungry."
Celestia reached for Darius, their palms touching, forming a stabilizing anchor between chaos and will.
Azael appeared behind them in his void-wrapped form, staff glowing with ciphered flames. "This isn't a gate. It's a prison. The Devourer was never a being... it was an event. A concept they sealed using the last of their dying faith."
