The earth split beneath their feet.
The sky turned black as thunderheads spun into a spiral vortex, lightning crackling in every direction. At the center of it all stood Valerian, cloaked in an aura of pure annihilation. His body crackled with unstable system energy, his veins glowing like magma, eyes burning with gold and crimson light.
Across from him stood the Monarch of Silence—the corrupted Celestial Warden turned traitor. His obsidian armor pulsed with ancient curses, and in his hand, he held the Voidbrand Spear, a weapon said to pierce through time itself.
"You shouldn't be alive," the Monarch growled, his voice a guttural warble that shattered stone. "You were never meant to make it this far."
Valerian's smirk was dark and hollow. "That's the thing about villains… we rewrite the script."
Then he vanished.
—BOOM!—
