The sky had become a burning sea of fire, while the earth below was swallowed in thick, murky darkness. Massive fragments tore through the molten clouds one after another, plummeting toward the tainted ground. With every passing second, the world twisted further into chaos and collapse.0

Amid the apocalyptic scene, a lone figure stood on the edge of a cliff, draped in a dark crimson gradient trench coat. He watched the meteor shower from afar. In his right hand, he held a wine glass, as if the apocalypse unfolding before him were a spectacle worth celebrating. Who was he? What had brought the world to this?1

Suddenly, a woman in a black skirt appeared amid the falling flames. Her hair blazed red. Within her eyes, a river of blood seemed to churn, and in her hand rested an exquisitely engraved sword. As she stepped forward, the lethal intent of her blade seemed to split the sky in two. Even a mere glance at her sent a sting through the eyes.0

Sensing a gaze upon him, the mysterious figure shifted slightly. He tilted his head, ready to reveal the truth of his identity.0

Iger struggled to force his eyes open, straining...0