The dark red sky cracked with streaks of lightning, each flash slicing across the heavens like divine fury.
Thunderous booms echoed across the obsidian plains, shaking the fractured terrain. Dust clouds billowed upward, hiding the chaos below beneath a thick veil of gray and red. The air was dense with mana and ash, vibrating with the fading echoes of destruction.
And then… silence.
The storm's tantrum faded, its fury expended.
The crimson streaks that once marred the sky dimmed into harmless veins of gray, and the cracks slowly knitted themselves shut—as if the dimension itself was healing.
The clouds parted.
From behind their retreating edges, a silver moon emerged, its light cascading down with gentle authority. Its glow was cool, serene, untouched by the madness that had consumed the world below. Where once chaos reigned, now calm began to settle.
The battlefield responded.
