In the dark layers of space…
Two beings radiating equally chaotic auras stood opposite each other.
Unlike the emptiness of the Fourth Layer, the Fifth Layer of Space held life—if it could even be called that.
All around Void and the Death Angel, countless red eyes blinked in the void, silently watching.
The creatures behind those eyes were called Phantoms — half-real, half-essence beings.
Physical attacks could not harm them. Only laws and powers beyond could touch their existence.
Beyond these strange beings drifted countless fragments of broken worlds — debris resembling floating islands.
Each fragment was a remnant of a powerful world destroyed in the wars.
Every piece carried echoes of its fallen civilization, floating through the Fifth Layer for thousands… sometimes millions of years.
Memories and timelines, shattered and bleeding into the void.
Two beings stood in that ruinous expanse — their battle shaking the Fifth Layer itself.
