Rain still poured from the heavens in a sheet of cold silver, each droplet like a drumbeat in the chaos of war. Shallow Town lay in ruins, its proud buildings reduced to skeletal frames and smoking craters. The scent of scorched earth and shattered stone filled the air, mingling with the metallic tang of blood. Amid the desolation, two figures tore through the wreckage like ancient gods clashing in a forgotten age—Kaiser and Bert.
Their every movement sent tremors through the battered town. The ground beneath them cracked with each step, remnants of walls and debris bursting apart as the shockwaves from their fight rippled outward. Kaiser flickered across the battlefield, shadows trailing him like spirits bound to his will, while Bert moved like a living fortress, each footfall shaking the rain-slick stone.
