The Judgment of the Last Horizon
When the heavens split in two, the world realized that this was never a war between good and evil, but a clash between two ideals destined to rule eternity. On one side stood Seraphiel, the Sword of the Celestial Throne, descending in a radiant light capable of banishing all darkness. Opposing her was Azrakar, the Herald of the Eternal Abyss, raising his cursed blade as his black wings spread across the horizon like a living eclipse. For a thousand years, they had avoided crossing paths, for an ancient prophecy foretold that the collision of their powers would determine the fate of every realm.
Neither of them made the first move. Instead, they unleashed their ultimate techniques at the exact same moment, shattering reality beneath their feet. The earth split open into colossal chasms, entire mountain ranges crumbled into dust, and the skies were divided between a crimson storm and a golden aurora. The clash between the divine sword and the demonic blade ignited an explosion so immense that time itself seemed to freeze, leaving the ruins of forgotten civilizations suspended in midair while celestial flames, crackling lightning, and abyssal energy consumed everything around them.
Legends claim that the battle never truly ended, for neither warrior emerged victorious. Since that day, the world has remained trapped in an impossible balance, where the light can never extinguish the darkness, and the darkness can never consume the light. At the heart of the devastated battlefield lies the scar where their swords first collided—a wound carved into reality itself. Those fortunate—or unfortunate—enough to witness it swear they can still hear the echo of that final impact, as though Seraphiel and Azrakar continue their eternal duel for the right to decide the next chapter of existence.