The blinding light surged across the battlefield, swallowing everything in its path. It wasn't just light—it was an all-consuming brilliance that burned away the very concept of shadow.
Weapons clattered to the ground as warriors raised their hands in vain, trying to shield their eyes. Cloaks and arms were useless against the radiance. The intensity seemed to pierce through their very souls, leaving afterimages of white-hot fire etched into their vision.
Then, just as suddenly, the light vanished.
And with it, the world.
When they opened their eyes, they were met with… nothing.
The battlefield was gone, replaced by an endless, featureless expanse of white. The ground beneath their feet didn't feel real—neither solid nor fluid, as if it existed only because they believed it did. There was no sky, no horizon, no anchor to reality.
