The Rift Realm – Reforged Ground of Memory
The air screamed as the Architect raised his hand.
With a flick of his fingers, reality inverted. The stars blinked out—replaced by ash. The void twisted, folding itself inward like a wound closing, and Joshua was gone in a blink of lightless flame.
WHUMMM.
Adam took a step forward, eyes flaring—but Aurora held him back.
"He's not dead," she said, eyes narrowed. "He's been pulled."
"To where?"
She looked at the space that now held only smoke. "To the place they died once before."
Recreation of a Dead Battlefield – Within the Architect's Domain
The ground was black. Not burnt—erased. Flat and endless, with pillars of shattered time suspended in the air like broken monuments. A sky of grinding gears hovered above, casting no light, only motion. Thunder cracked sideways.
Joshua stood in the center of it, cloak whipping in unnatural wind. His blade was still drawn—wreathed now in fire that hissed and whispered like it had memory.
