Ethan stepped forward, his boots echoing against an unseen ground that rippled beneath him like liquid shadow. The realm around him was a shifting maelstrom of light and darkness, a chaotic swirl where time unraveled and rewove in ceaseless motion.
The Temporal Crucible—a place beyond the edges of comprehension—hummed with a dissonance that clawed at his senses. Past, present, and future collapsed into a single, suffocating now, their boundaries dissolving into a haze of fractured moments. The air shimmered with an electric tang, tasting of ozone and something ancient, like the breath of a dying star.
And in the center of this storm stood a figure, unmoving yet omnipresent, a pillar of stillness amid the chaos.
Azraeth, The Eternal Sovereign.
