Intermission—Bliss

It unfolded in fragmented visions, each image more vivid and haunting than the last. 

A fractured world, like shards of glass suspended in an endless void. Each shard, a fragment reflecting a broken reality. 

The sky twisted in hues of ash and fire as far as the eye could see. The ground beneath crumbled, threatening to fall into the abyss below. 

Four figures cloaked in pure darkness emerged, their forms were hard to make out, shapes barely discernible, but their presence held an oppressive and commanding authority. 

Their counterparts, figures of pure light stood parallel to them. Unlike the first group, their presence radiated warmth and hope. 

Between the two groups was a void, binding them in a silent standoff. 

It shattered. 

Hair the color of blood and fire flowed in waves, cascading over labyrinthine armor etched with runic symbols that seemed to pulse with power. 

Another presence took form.