The land was quiet—eerily so.

You walked slowly through a forest of dead trees, their gnarled branches reaching up like the claws of the fallen. The sky was a dull, ashen gray, and the wind whispered through the hollows with voices that didn’t belong to the living.

Then, you stopped.

Hovering ahead of you, suspended in the air like a moon that had forgotten how to fall, was a massive black sphere—perfectly still, humming with dark energy. Shadows twisted beneath it, and the air around it pulsed like it was breathing. A voice broke the silence.

“Godkiller.”

You turned. A girl stood beneath the sphere—pale skin, silver hair fluttering, and eyes like twin eclipses. Her cloak rippled behind her as if moved by some force of its own. She stepped forward, her gaze sharp and unblinking.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said quietly, the sphere above her slowly rotating. “The one who broke the heavens and walked away untouched.”

She raised her hand—and the dead trees bent toward her.

“Will you do it again?”

And then the wind stopped.