A golden sun looms over the horizon, its radiant light casting an eerie glow upon the battlefield. Heroes and villains alike and countless others—stand united atop a vast cliffside, their gazes locked on the celestial entity hovering above.

Then, it moves.

Galeem, a divine being of pure light, unfurls its countless wings, illuminating the sky with an ethereal brilliance. A low, droning hum fills the air as Master Hands—dozens of them—emerge from the void, each one trembling as if shackled by an unseen force. Then, in an instant, they twist and contort, their fingers stretching unnaturally before they disintegrate into pure energy.

Silence.

And then—chaos.

Beams of raw, destructive light erupt from Galeem’s form, splitting through the heavens like divine judgment. The sky becomes a sea of burning white as the beams rain down upon the warriors below.