The moment Deathless stepped onto the battlefield, reality flinched.
A silent quake rippled through the stone veins of the Kemet Tomb—an echo too deep for sound, too ancient for light.
Far below, in the crypt's suffocating stillness, a pair of eyes burst open.
The Lord Guardian stirred.
A skeletal sentinel wrapped in ruin, masked in bone.
Its head twisted. Slowly. Deliberately.
Something had appeared.
Something… ungodly.
—
Axiom of Reincarnation—
True Form—
DEATHLESS.
The world shuddered.
Faceless froze.
His instincts—those honed across countless lifetimes—screamed.
What… is this feeling?
A creeping pressure tightened around him, like invisible hands wrapping around his throat.
Danger?
From a Tier 2?
That's absurd—
Blink.
The golden pupils on Deathless' palm twitched—
Then snapped black.
Not empty.
Reflective.
Faceless stared.
They weren't showing Egrith's face—the mask he'd worn for this battle.
No.
They showed himself.
