Deep beneath the shattered lands, in a prison forged by forgotten powers, the obsidian chains that held Zerathos, the Primordial Ruler, shattered with a deafening crack.
His eyes—cold, endless voids—opened for the first time in eons.
"The Nexusblade... the mortal who wields it grows bold," Zerathos murmured, voice echoing like distant thunder.
Rising from the abyss, his form shifted—shadow and stone entwined with a terrible, ancient power. The air around him twisted and warped, reality bending beneath his presence.
Back at the Forge, Minwoo convened the Shadow Fang guild in the great hall.
The air was tense; the weight of the coming storm hung heavily.
"Zerathos has awakened," Minwoo announced, his voice steady but grim. "This is a force beyond anything we've faced before."
Selene's gaze hardened. "We need to unlock every secret of the Nexusblade. Its power is our only hope."
Jinn and Lira exchanged determined looks.
"Our magic must be honed to perfection," Lira said. "We will stand united."
Kinro landed beside Minwoo, scales shimmering like molten gold.
The Ghul Lord stepped forward, shadow curling around him.
"Together, we form the triad of light, shadow, and fire," Minwoo said. "Our bond is our greatest strength."
Plans were made to rally allies from distant realms and forgotten kingdoms.
The Forge's flames roared higher, casting their light far and wide—a beacon of resistance.
But even as they prepared, the darkness spread.
Zerathos's shadow stretched, creeping toward every corner of the worlds.
The war for all worlds had truly begun.