Five shattered mirrors drift in an endless void, each reflecting a distorted fragment of armored figures—Aegis, Mjölnir, and three unnamed knights. Cracks in the mirrors spread like circuitry, pulsing with luminous streams that weave into a central, unstable glyph: a shimmering silhouette caught between form and dissolution. From the depths below, a solitary hand reaches upward, its fingers unraveling into scattered light as it nears the enigmatic core.
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