On the shattered edge between worlds, where floating isles drift above mist and blue crystals grow like weeds, two gates have burned open for centuries. From the left, the sunlit stone arch of Eldros, came Aligor Pandrake, Warden of the Castle lands and shield-bearer of an old oath. He stepped onto the crystal rock not to invade, but to end it. From the right, the humming neon ring of the Neon Verge, came Keel Kross, runner and gun-hand from the undercity, who believed a charged blaster could solve any myth. Keel drew and fired a cyan beam straight for Aligor's chest. Aligor raised his shield, absorbed the blast, and closed the distance. What followed was fists and fury, magic against machine, until Aligor's final blow sent Keel tumbling back through his own gate. The portal sputtered black and died. Alone on the ridge, Aligor waved once at the void and turned away.