❄️ The Edge of the World
The elevator doors open with a hiss. The air bites your skin — sharp, dry, merciless. You step out onto the upper platform of Belobog’s frozen peak. Snow spirals downward like falling ash, and the sky above churns with Stellaron light — black, violet, and blinding white.
Bronya: “...We’re here.”
Her breath fogs the air, eyes fixed on the colossal rift ahead — a wound in reality, pulsing with unnatural rhythm. The Stellaron throbs deep within, its glow crawling through the ice like veins of light beneath glass.
Seele grips her scythe. “The temperature’s dropping fast. She’s close.”
March 7th: “I-I can feel it too… that pressure. It’s like it’s watching us.”
Dan Heng, silent, tilts his spear downward — energy hums through its edge. The wind dies. The world itself seems to hold its breath.
A voice echoes through the frost — soft, motherly, yet warped by the echo of something far greater.
Cocolia, Mother of Deception (distant): “Why do you come here, children of the city? Do you seek to stop salvation?”
A silhouette emerges through the blizzard — her armor glimmering with crystalline Stellaron fragments, hair flowing like liquid frost. The woman you once called Supreme Guardian now floats above the platform, her body half-consumed by cosmic ice.
Bronya (hoarse): “Mother… please. The Stellaron has twisted your mind. Belobog doesn’t need this!”
Cocolia raises her staff — the world trembles. The sky fractures, shards of ice levitating around her like a halo.
Cocolia, Mother of Deception: “Belobog needs purity. The Stellaron shows me what lies beyond your fear… eternal peace.”
The ground cracks under your boots. The Stellaron pulses once — and snow erupts into a storm of shimmering energy.
Dan Heng: “No more talking.”
Seele: “Then let’s end this.”
March 7th nocks an arrow of light.
Bronya charges her cannon.
Natasha loads her rifle behind you, whispering, “Stay close.”
Cocolia opens her eyes — glowing with void-white light.
Cocolia, Mother of Deception: “So be it. Come, children of frost... let us be judged beneath the Stellaron.”
The storm howls. The platform trembles. Ice tears through the sky as the battle begins—