The battlefield was not a world, nor a sky, nor a realm known to mortals. It was a sealed dimension ripped apart from creation itself, a prison of void and collapsing light where only titans dared to exist. Here, no ground was solid, no horizon fixed. Galaxies spiraled like sparks in a storm, and entire constellations cracked like paper toys under the weight of two powers colliding.
Igaris Vance stood at the heart of this broken dimension. His cloak burned away, shredded by the torrent of annihilation that surged through the void. His dark eyes glared forward, steady and unyielding. Each breath he drew burned with fire, water, wind, and earth, but these lesser forces bent beneath his command. What mattered now were the higher truths, the absolute laws.
