The Earth Core's Area has become a battlefield, but now, The battlefield is no longer a place of war; it is a place of ruin.
The land itself groaned in agony as the corrupted Gaia twisted through the very foundation of the world. Darkness, thick and suffocating, bled from the Earth's wound, painting the sky in unnatural shades of black and crimson.
And in the midst of it all, Taufik stood with his Reaper From.
His cloak of shadow and mist fluttered.
His silver hair, shifting between the real and the ethereal, glows dimly under the fractured sky of what was once heaven on earth.
His eyes, void-like yet gleaming with silver light, reflected the abyss that had now taken hold of the world.
Aksara and Erelythe moved together, their forms darting through the battlefield like fleeting sparks against the overwhelming darkness.
They did not need to exchange words; only instinct and purpose drove them forward.
