In the crimson void of a shattered dimension, pillars drift like broken thoughts — remnants of a world unraveled. At its center floats The Spacebreaker, six sickles orbiting his form like hungry moons, each swing tearing rifts in the fabric of space.
Below, The Dual Blade balances on fractured stone, blades drawn, eyes steady.
This is no battlefield.
This is a collapsing reality, and only one will walk out of the breach.
