Four days had passed since armageddon descended upon the Separate Dimension, plunging what was once its serene space into utter chaos and madness. The tranquility that had blanketed its lands was torn apart by screams, thunderous clashes, and the relentless sound of destruction. People had bled, some had lost limbs, others their eyes or vital organs. But, by the end of that dreadful battle, when the dust had finally settled and silence reigned once more, every wound had been healed to perfection.
Arms were restored, eyes regenerated, organs regrown, and flesh and bone stitched seamlessly back together as if nothing had ever happened, as though reality itself had been rewritten.
