Corestorm Nexus – Reality Breakpoint
The sky cracked.
Not metaphorically—literally. Logic ruptured like old code reaching its storage limit. Triangular voids opened in the clouds, pixelating the storm above the Bastion. It was no longer weather—it was debug overflow, bleeding into physics.
And in the center stood Darius, facing himself.
Or at least, the version of him the system once allowed to exist—young, mortal, desperate for relevance. The Echo Avatar shimmered in unstable rendering. His armor bore the emblems of forgotten faction trees, his sword Aspiration glitched at the hilt, constantly reverting between wooden training blade and artifact tier.
"You were the system's mistake," the Echo Avatar said.
"No," Darius replied, voice low, divine heat rising in his chest. "I was its correction."
Their blades met, but this wasn't just a duel.
It was a battle of versions.
