[: 3rd POV :]
At the Human Continent where the sky above the shattered plains twisted unnaturally, as though the heavens themselves strained against a force they were never meant to witness.
Golden clouds split apart, bleeding pale light across a land already scarred by ruin.
Melira stood upon a jagged floating fragment of earth, one of thousands suspended in the air like fragments of a broken world.
Her presence alone warped reality.
With her silvery white hair drifted around her like threads of night.
Her eyes, rings of violrt and bleeding red, carried the weight of eras long dead.
Every breath she released hummed with cataclysmic resonance, the natural melody of one whose very existence promised annihilation.
She lifted the Scepter of Endless Ruin, its core swirling with collapsing stars.
And the heavens reacted.
From the tear in the sky, a trumpet of divine tone blared, a sound carved from holiness and hatred.
Then they descended.
