A gust of chaotic wind whipped through the Brelmor Plains—an arid, jagged terrain twisted by lingering mana corruption from the long-forgotten Divine-Calamity War. The cracked ground sparkled with faint crimson veins, remnants of long-evaporated ley lines that still hummed with unstable energy.
Aron and Selene, the infamous Chaos Twins, moved like phantoms across the field, cloaked in heavy shrouds, their rather sharp pupils gleaming with malice and raw power. Behind them, the air bent unnaturally as Endless, the Eternal who had long abandoned any shred of humanity, floated with regal malice—his form swathed in a robe of liquid black mist that rippled with the faces of tormented souls.
To his left was Alen, the First Magi turned Dark Magi, who walked in perfect step, his staff pulsing with void-born runes and chaos sigils. His eyes were vacant—but calculating.
