Player From Another World

[In-Game – Void Arena]

The final raid cinematic begins.

Holoscreens across the arena flicker and die, swallowing the battlefield in silence.

Then,

A single crack splits the darkness.

A thin blade of violet ligh pierces the void,

Not to illuminate, but to make the abyss feel even deeper.

BOOM.

A shockwave rips through the stillness, sending a storm of astral dust across the battlefield.

Ruins—frozen in time—drift in the abyss, silent remnants of a world long lost.

The air shudders. A strange distortion ripples through reality.

Something is coming.

A vortex swirls open, space itself bending in submission. From the depths of this rift, he emerges.

A figure, towering and skeletal, wrapped in obsidian armor that devours all light.

Kael'Thir, the Scourge of Worlds. Devourer of shadow and flame.

Gravity bends around him. His shadow stretches, swallowing the ruins below. Even the void itself seems to recoil.

Slow. Measured. He steps forward.

The ground beneath him warps and fractures, unable to withstand the sheer weight of his existence. The sky above splinters, cracks of violet lightning spreading across the abyss.

A grin spreads across his skeletal face—sharp, predatory, merciless.

He raises one clawed hand. The darkness shifts, trembles, obeys.

His voice rumbles like a collapsing star.

— Kael'Thir: "Your end is near."

The ruins shudder. Above, the sky begins to collapse, giving way to a spiraling storm of raw, chaotic energy.

But ... From the wreckage,

Five figures rise.

An assassin— Silent and lethal.An archer—bow drawn, static crackling over his fingertips.A master Swordsman—twin blades flickering like wildfire.A paladin—spear of light held high, divine energy crackling in his grasp.A druid—staff carving sigils into the air, his voice weaving an ancient incantation.

The final battle begins.

Rifts tear open, unleashing an army of spectral knights and abyssal horrors.

The air grows thick, crushing. The temperature plummets. A dense, black mist crawls across the battlefield, devouring the last remnants of light.

Then—the voices begin.

Thousands of them. Whispering. Screaming. Crying.

The souls of Server Zero rise from the abyss—twisted, broken, forever trapped.

The darkness surges, a tsunami of pure despair.

Then—

The screen fades to black.

A single message appears, burning across the void in blood-red text:

VOID RAID INITIATED – FINAL ENCOUNTER

[Live Broadcast – WS-Sport]

👥 Viewers: 500K → 600K → 700K

— Fake Ninja (yelling): "HOLY SHIT, IT'S THE FINAL CUTSCENE!!"— Shishi-Sensei (serious, voice low): "Ten years. Ten years of history end tonight."— Wesstar (exhaling, eyes wide): "This intro is giving me chills."

The Wizz chat from Server Zero erupts.

The chat explodes.

[Wizz – Server Zero Chat]

💬 Online: 250K → 300K → 400K

— FireDrake76: "Bro, THIS CINEMATIC? CHILLS."— Winter-Wood: "I got 500 World Coins on this fight. They better win."— Nezuko-SAMA: "Is the server gonna hold or are we getting another legendary crash?"— Fat Naruto: "Kael'Thir's presence is insane. I feel like my screen is melting."— Onepiece220: "This is gaming history. This raid is LEGENDARY."— Random_Player42: "Man, this reminds me of the early days… Feels like the end of an era."— Dragon Girl: "IT'S NOW OR NEVER. LET'S FUCKING GO."— Zer0_7: "I swear, the atmosphere is so thick I can barely breathe. This is EVERYTHING."