The capital of Avaloria—Imperius City—once a beacon of brilliance, was now a canvas of carnage. Streets that had always thrummed with life, bathed in the neon glow of Avaloria's cutting-edge technology, were now drenched in smoke, fire, and the metallic tang of blood.
Towering holographic billboards flickered violently, their smiling adverts twisted into chaotic static as sirens wailed across the skyline.
Above the city, the sky had been ripped apart.
A rift—colossal, jagged, and pulsing with malignant energy—hung like the gaping maw of the devil itself. It was unlike anything seen in living memory, black and violet energy spilling out like liquid night, distorting the very air around it.
