The air crackles with ancient power. Shadows coil. Light flares. And in the hush before chaos, destinies align.
From worlds apart, champions converge — guided not by allegiance, but by a deeper oath. One born of balance, of defiance, of unspoken prophecy.
Staffs hum with magic. Blades thirst for reckoning. And at the center, a figure wreathed in starlight and memory lifts his hand — not in command, but in purpose.
