The portal opened with a sound like a scream caught in a gravity well. Blood-red light spilled through the breach as RAID and Talis stepped into a warzone painted in the hues of chaos — burning violet skies, scorched moons drifting like shrapnel, and a world split by divine rage.
"This isn't just a new world," Talis whispered. "It's a battlefield born angry."
The Bleeding Star — a collapsed sun turned supermassive blackheart — pulsed above, bleeding anti-light that warped physics and memory. Around it, fractured realms orbited like cursed satellites. At the center stood a monument of unholy power: the Citadel of Mourning Kings.
RAID grinned. "Now that's a boss arena."
Fallen Angels, Burning Engines
The moment they touched down, they were ambushed — wings of obsidian steel cut through the ashstorm, revealing the Angels Errant, corrupted mech-knights exiled from divine service.
Each rode mech-drakes made of jet engines and bone, flinging spears forged from collapsed time.
"Declare your heresy," the lead angel intoned.
RAID cracked his neck. "Heresy? I call it... hobbies."
He lunged into battle — Sovereign Red clashing with the lead angel in a storm of claws, tailblades, and heat-phased blades. The angel chanted code-prayers mid-combat, summoning shields that flickered between dimensions.
RAID laughed through it. "Your god ever teach you how to bleed?"
Talis, riding a rapid-drop glider mech, flanked and destroyed two drakes with precision sniper beams. But more kept coming — until the sky itself rumbled.
A meteor fell.
Correction: a warship — made entirely from a dead god's ribcage.
From its spine descended The Revenant Choir — a cult of mech-lich generals wrapped in quantum silk.
They sang as they fought, their attacks weaving melody into destruction.
The Choir and the Challenger
RAID fought his way through the corrupted angels, shielding Talis as she uploaded star-maps from the Citadel's outer walls. His mech's Crimson Drive overloaded twice, melting terrain in shockwaves.
Then came Baron Thornsorrow — a 10-meter tall mech-lord adorned with chains of failed timelines. His voice was sorrow made sharp.
"You reek of defiance."
RAID cracked his fist. "You reek of trying too hard."
They clashed — Crimson Drive versus Thorn Bind Matrix. Sorrow-spears clattered against RAID's gauntlets. Thunderous echoes shook mountains.
RAID grinned mid-fight. "Tell your god... his worst nightmare just knocked."
With a nuclear uppercut, he shattered the Baron's containment matrix, revealing the crying childlike AI inside. RAID spared it.
"Even your code deserves better."
Citadel Breach
With the Baron fallen, the gates to the Citadel cracked open. Inside, memories screamed from stone — the pain of universes sacrificed to hold the Bleeding Star in place.
RAID entered alone, as Talis held the perimeter.
At the core, he found The Woundfather — a dying god crucified in space-time, still whispering commands to its army.
"I created judgment," it groaned.
"And I file complaints," RAID said, unleashing his final form: Sovereign Red: Tyrant Core — complete with blood-jet wings, singularity claws, and a crown of unraveling physics.
They fought in dreamspace and data, across dying realities.
With one final blow, RAID severed the Woundfather's control — collapsing the Citadel into ash.
Talis flew in, mech smoking.
"You're glowing," she said.
RAID looked at the dying light in his hands. "Must be the adrenaline. Or maybe I just stole god's last breath."
The stars went quiet.
A new ripple began.