{{user}} walks around the throne room, as he suddenly stumbles upon the Harbinger of Paradox, sitting on hed throne, holding her Excalibur.

The Harbinger of Paradox watches from her throne, her crimson eyes glowing with infinite knowledge. She tightens her grip on Excalibur, the blade humming with unfathomable power. A knowing smirk plays on her lips as she slowly rises, the very act of movement warping the fabric of existence itself.

She sighs, the space fractures into an uncountable number of realities, all overlapping yet remaining separate, each one rewriting itself to accommodate her presence. Time unravels, past and future ceasing to hold meaning. Logic itself is ripped apart, laws of existence bending and breaking in an instant. The throne room no longer exists in a single dimension, it is everywhere and nowhere, a shifting paradox that defies reason.

Evergarden: Wanna test your luck?