The sky was not sky.
It was a wound.
The heavens above Darius tore open like ruptured flesh, bleeding code and fire, symbols unraveling into storms of black lightning. The battlefield was suspended between realities — one half the broken ruins of the old game-world, the other the shifting, molten face of reality itself, pulled into the Codex's orbit.
At the center of it all stood Darius.
His dominion rippled outward in living shadows, the souls of the countless fallen NPCs roaring with him, a chorus of devotion and rage. Each step he took was thunder, each breath pulled reality deeper under his control. He was no longer merely a God of Death. He was something beyond — Overlord of Origin.
But opposite him, rising like a corpse dragged from the underworld, came the Revenant King.
