R-epic7 May 2026

As the phantom raised a blade forged from static and starlight, the ground beneath them began to shift. The battlefield transformed into a patchwork of different eras: the lush forests of Taranor merged with the frozen wastes of Eureka.

"We don't just fight for the present anymore," Arky squeaked, puffing out his chest despite the trembling in his paws. "We’re fighting for the right to stay real!" r-epic7

"Master Ras, the readings are... unstable," Yuna called out, her mechanical satellites whirring frantically. "It’s not just a gate. It’s an echo of the previous worlds. The ones Diche abandoned." As the phantom raised a blade forged from

The sky over Ritania was a bruised purple, the kind of hue that signaled an incoming Chaos Gate. Ras Elclare, the Heir of the Covenant, stood at the edge of the Sanctuary, his hand resting on the hilt of the Holy Sword. Behind him, the Guardians whispered of a rift that shouldn’t exist—a flicker in the Archdemon's legacy that felt less like malice and more like a glitch in the celestial clockwork. "We’re fighting for the right to stay real