The Dyroit Belt extended infinitely, a tumultuous sea of floating ruins and fragmented celestial debris wandering through the emptiness of space. Jagged stone platforms, the remains of ancient edifices, hovered ominously, bathed in the gentle light of far-off stars. Tendrils of cosmic energy danced across the void, creating a ghostly glow over the battlefield. Large, shattered gears and remnants of bygone technology turned slowly in the distance, whispers of a lost civilization whose purpose had long since slipped into oblivion.

Here, Beatrix stood ready, Embrasque in hand, its eerie glow pulsing in time with her heartbeat. The sword's cursed energy crackled in the silence, responding to the chaotic forces surrounding her. A smirk played at the corner of her lips as she surveyed the landscape, her keen eyes searching for any hint of movement.

"Hm, this is a perfect place to fight." Beatrix chuckled. "But who?"