The Rift's Final Collapse
The golden cracks in the sky trembled.
The battlefield, once filled with golden chains and fragments of dying realities, was now on the verge of complete erasure. The Rift—the very wound in existence—was taking its final breath.
And standing at the center of it all was Ethan.
His golden-shadow flames flickered in the collapsing void, a lone force of defiance against the rewriting of reality. His team—Mia, Selene, Orion, Kieran, and Nefera—hovered beside him, their bodies flickering, barely holding onto existence.
And before them—
The Architect of the Rift.
He stood without moving, a being beyond divinity, beyond concepts. Where Nihilor had been destruction incarnate, the Architect was something far worse.
He was finality.
His voice echoed through the unraveling world.
"You refuse the perfect world?"
Ethan's golden eyes burned. His flames pulsed as he took a step forward.