Ras tightened his grip. He remembered the failures. The cycles where the world ended in ash before the Goddess reset the stage. But this time, a figure stepped through the swirling mana. It wasn’t a monster; it was a shadow wearing the face of Vildred, but his eyes were a piercing, crystalline blue—the color of the long-lost Sixth World.
"Master Ras, the readings are... unstable," Yuna called out, her mechanical satellites whirring frantically. "It’s not just a gate. It’s an echo of the previous worlds. The ones Diche abandoned." r-epic7
As the phantom raised a blade forged from static and starlight, the ground beneath them began to shift. The battlefield transformed into a patchwork of different eras: the lush forests of Taranor merged with the frozen wastes of Eureka. Ras tightened his grip