RUMBLE!! RUMBLE!!
The heavens trembled.
A single, haunting pulse rolled across the battlefield, washing over the scorched lands like the whisper of an ancient god awakening. The air thickened, vibrating with a weight so immense that even the Celestials—still fighting against Aegon's overwhelming might—paused mid-strike.
Then the light dimmed.
From the west, above the remnants of Eldoria's retreating banners, a figure emerged through the mist of destruction—tall, robed in armor made from flickering sigils of control and sovereignty. His eyes were twin voids of violet flame, his presence a concept rather than a being.
The Eternal of Dominion had arrived.
For a heartbeat, the entire world of Aetheris seemed to stop breathing.
