The atmosphere of the reality cracked like glass. The announcement from the Eternal Domain had turned Ethan into a beacon of divine light that could be seen from across the stars.
To the thousands of candidates gathered, Ethan Hunt was no longer a man; he was a walking treasure chest, a shortcut to the throne.
The first wave descended like falling stars.
They were not ordinary warriors. These were the anomalies of their own worlds, men and women who had cheated death, possessed systems, and inherited bloodlines that made them gods among their own people.
A man with hair made of white fire descended from the clouds, wielding a spear that hummed with the power of a collapsing sun. To his left, a woman draped in shadows drifted through the air, her eyes glowing with a forbidden ocular talent that could melt the soul of anyone she looked at. Behind them, hundreds more arrived, creating a ring of killing intent that spanned hundreds of miles.
