Oni 鬼

Where once stood a meticulously crafted replica of ancient Greece, now lay a landscape that defied comprehension.

Reality itself seemed to hiccup and stutter, creating a patchwork arena of impossible geometries and shifting perspectives.

At the center of this maelstrom of unreality, two figures lay motionless amidst the debris of their cataclysmic clash.

The entire audience, from the lowliest spectator to the mighty Harbingers themselves, leaned forward in their seats, straining to see any sign of movement.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and beings of questionable dimensionality," the Ringmaster's voice broke the silence, unusually subdued. "I, uh... I'm not entirely sure what we just witnessed.

I think we might need to rewrite a few laws of physics after this one.

Heck, we might need to rewrite reality itself!"

As if in response to his words, one of the prone figures began to stir.

Slowly, painfully, Atenzi pushed himself to his knees.