Scene: The Unshackled District
Nero stood atop the opulent mansion, the noble lord choking in his grip. Below, hollow-eyed commoners gathered like ghosts – their hope long bled dry by taxes and whips.
"MEET YOUR OPPRESSOR!" Nero's voice cracked the sky. "The man who starved your children while bathing in wine!"
He hurled the noble into the crowd. A woman caught him – her hands, calloused from scrubbing his floors, now trembling with primal rage.
"From this hour," Nero roared, slamming a spear into the earth, "the Phoenix's shadow shields you!"
The weapon detonated light. Golden sigils burned across every street, every hovel. A spectral phoenix materialized overhead, its cry shattering noble-carriages into sawdust.
"Try to enter," Nero whispered as noble guards charged the district, "and burn."
The phoenix's gaze fell. Armor melted. Swords vaporized.
Scene: Throne of Flames
Fernando shattered his obsidian throne. "PRIMORDIAL INSURGENCY?! ARATA – CRUSH THEM!"
General Ilena tested the district's border. Her legendary ice magic sputtered like a candle. Above her, the phoenix's eyes glowed – judgment incarnate.
"Retreat," she breathed, frost creeping up her own veins. "This is divine wrath."
Scene: The God-Maker's Crucible
Alone in the Plains of Infinity, Nero unleashed the Divine Gate.
A crown of starlight manifested on his brow as reality unfolded:
5% Power: Lightning sheared mountains like rotten fruit.
10%: Tornadoes atomized forests across horizons.
35%: Continents cracked, oceans boiling into void.
50%: A single finger-flick extinguished a sun.
Nero collapsed the gate, panting. Solar ash drifted through his fingers. "To save a kingdom... I must hold back supernovas."
Behind him – a ripple in the fabric of nothingness. A silhouette watched, crowned in shattered galaxies.