Battle Between Gods

"Let's see what you've got."The transport pod hissed open, and a gust of cold night air swept through the group of operatives, rustling their gear and sharpening their focus. The Omen Collectives had arrived. The soft glow of the pods' interior lights gave way to the flickering chaos of the battlefield—a distorted landscape of shattered obsidian, glowing embers, and clashing energies that seemed to ripple against the very fabric of reality.

Grace was the first to step out, her boots crunching against the uneven ground. Her sharp eyes scanned the scene with calculated precision, taking in every detail—the fractured floor, the swirling vortexes of golden light and raw force, and the faint silhouettes of combatants moving with impossible speed and power. Her face betrayed nothing, but the tightening of her jaw and the slight furrow of her brow hinted at the weight of what she was processing.