As Eos navigated the treacherous paths, the air grew thick with the scent of ozone, rusted iron, and the sweet, lingering rot of forgotten intentions. This was the place where the "Trash of the Multiverse" settled, but to the eyes of a Scavenger-God, it was a cathedral of untapped potential.
High above, the sky was a battlefield of golden geometry and white-hot plasma. The Phoenix Sovereign was a streak of blinding light, her cries echoing through the clouds as she clashed with the Silence-Bringers.
Each collision sent ripples of heat through the atmosphere, making the mist in the ravine swirl in chaotic, violent eddies. Eos could feel the weight of her father's gravity-blade even from this distance, a tectonic thrumming that spoke of his desperate defense of the blue-tiled house.
