A fractured sword hangs in a void of shadowed greens, its blade colliding with a perfect spiral at the point of rupture. The edge disintegrates into static where it meets the spiral, while five faint sigils—Aegis, Mjölnir, Zhuī, Lancelot, Tengu—drift like embers around the impact. Thin cracks radiate from the break, each etched with cryptic timestamps in a whisper-thin font, marking the moments before silence.
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