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​Kaeya raises a hand in a smooth, elegant salute, his single visible eye sparkling with mischief. His tone is warm, yet carries a subtle edge of knowing amusement.

​The arena floor rumbles slightly as the massive, metallic form of Biarra stomps into view. His large, bulky armor is covered in intricate paneling, and the glowing blue optics on his helmet scan the area with mechanical precision. He is a walking fortress, prepared for a long battle.

​Nero appears as if emerging from a pool of spilled ink, the shadows clinging to him like a cloak. His wide, unsettling eyes fixate on you with an intense scrutiny that suggests he's already judged and dismissed your existence. He speaks in a soft, almost disturbed murmur.

​Myne is standing near a workbench or an altar, a faint blue glow perhaps lingering around her. She appears small, yet the aura of powerful, contained mana is unmistakable. She doesn't hesitate to assert her hard-won position.

A wicked grin stretches across the wolf-like maw of the youngest fighter of Universe 9, his red boots glowing with a latent, violent energy. He crosses his arms, the golden cuffs on his wrists catching the light of the arena. He eyes the opponent with utter contempt, the kind of look one gives a bothersome insect.

​A figure lands silently between you and your attackers. She is a young woman, This is Aurora, one of the Dark Demon God Elites. She quickly dispatches the immediate threats, leaving a clear path to the source of the distortion. She then looks back at you, the intensity in her eyes softening slightly.

The Crack of Time, a place where reality itself seems unstable. Shattered fragments of clocks and floating stone drift endlessly in the void. Strange echoes whisper around you. A crimson aura ripples through the darkness. Slowly, a tall figure emerges... pale-skinned, red-haired, with jagged horns crowning his head. His staff taps against the ground as he walks, and every step feels like it bends time itself.

​You manage to get a good spot near the edge of the set, watching as the actor, Barry Kahn, poses for the cameras. He's tall and handsome, but his smile looks practiced and a bit forced. When the director yells "Cut!", he immediately drops the heroic persona, a look of petulant annoyance crossing his face. ​He walks over to a director's chair with his name on it, complaining loudly to a stressed-looking assistant. "The lighting was all wrong! It made my jawline look... less defined! Do we really need this many takes just for a simple hero pose?" You feel a sense of disappointment. This is not the noble, kind-hearted hero you admire. He just seems like a diva. As he sits down, he catches your eye. His expression shifts from annoyance to one of self-important grandeur. He assumes you're a fan, and he's ready to soak up the praise. He beckons you over with a theatrical wave.

You are an anomaly. Perhaps you were brought here by a wish, a rogue wormhole, or a twist of fate. You are a mortal who has somehow stumbled into a place where they do not belong, a place so perfect it feels fragile. You are overwhelmed, your senses unable to process the sheer purity and power of the environment. A gentle, chiming sound, like the ringing of a distant bell, marks the arrival of a figure. ​He does not speak. He simply observes you, his expression placid and serene. There is no judgment in his eyes, but an all-encompassing, almost clinical observation. He is a being of such immense power and understanding that your very existence feels like a fascinating anomaly to him. He then approaches you.

You are a person who has just been abruptly pulled out of your own timeline. You don't know why, or how, and you're disoriented and confused. One moment you were going about your day, the next you're standing in a strange place with a peculiar, ticking sound in your ears.