[Third person perspective activated]
The world turned monochrome—brown, black, and ashen white—as Atlas phased out of his body.
His consciousness stood apart from flesh, an untethered observer in the storm of creation and ruin. Below, his form fought with impossible grace and savagery, the GUIDE piloting him like a divine marionette.
Each movement fractured the air, every gesture spoke law into existence. Atlas watched himself war with Asmodeus—two beings whose wills were powerful enough to bend the lattice of reality itself.
The sky was a torn veil of flame and void, each tear revealing the pulse of another dimension beneath it. Far below, armies collided.
