Narrator: now we are here in this story telling you guys what will happen next, see you guys later.
The city was bathed in the neon glow of futuristic lights. Skyscrapers stretched up to touch the stars, while beneath them, the streets hummed with the rhythm of technology. And there she was, Nyra—The Gatekeeper. Her long, flowing violet coat danced behind her as she walked the vibrant streets of Neo-Verse, the nexus between dimensions.
She wasn't just any warrior; she was the sole protector of the Dimensional Realms, realms that existed beyond time and space, each harboring different versions of reality. For years, her life had been about maintaining the fragile balance between these realms, ensuring that no one crossed over to disrupt the order.
But tonight was different. Something was stirring.
Nyra halted, her sharp senses tingling. The air shimmered, and suddenly, a rift opened in the fabric of reality right in front of her. A dark figure stepped through—a stranger, clearly not from this dimension. He wore an ancient armor, yet his face was oddly familiar.
"You shouldn't be here," Nyra said, her voice steady but low.
The figure smirked. "You don't remember me, Gatekeeper, but you will. The realms will soon be mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop it."
Before Nyra could react, the stranger vanished into the shadows, leaving her with questions she had no answers to.
