Asher stood unmoving, his gaze lifted toward the sky where three figures hovered, each appearing less like mortals and more like gods wearing human skin. Their presence seemed to eclipse everything else, casting an awe-striking shadow over the fractured landscape below.
Around him, devastation painted the earth with scars of battle. Sword marks carved vast chasms that split the ground open as though creation itself had been undone. Entire buildings lay in ruin, diced and sliced into fragments so fine it seemed as if they had been ribbons unraveling in the wind. The temperature soared higher and higher as searing golden-orange flames licked the air, their brilliance bright enough to melt even the concept of space.
