The Heavenly Demon of Terror

Samuel's POV

The sky of Oblivion twisted into a spiral of smoke and shadows as Roselle and I stepped onto the Rift Bridge — a narrow path of flickering twilight energy suspended over endless void.

"Last time I was here," I muttered, "I thought the Null Architects were just legends."

Roselle's crimson eyes scanned the horizon, cold and calculating. "Legends born from truth. They shaped Oblivion before it became this... wasteland."

We moved carefully, the bridge humming beneath our feet like a living thing. Every step felt like walking on the edge of reality itself.

"The Null Architects," I said, "they build nothing. They destroy, erase, undo."

"Exactly," Roselle replied. "They're the only ones who can seal the Forgotten Gate, but they demand a price."

I narrowed my eyes. "What price?"

She turned to me with a sly grin. "You'll find out soon enough."

The bridge ended at a colossal door carved from black crystal, reflecting starlight like fractured mirrors.

Roselle whispered an incantation — the air thickened, colors bending as the door slid open silently.