Infinite

The sky above the city fractures into jagged pixels of crimson and violet as a dark silhouette descends, hovering effortlessly in mid-air. A low, distorted hum vibrates through the ground, the sound of reality itself straining under the weight of the Phantom Ruby.

Look at you, trembling in the shadow of a god. Tell me... is it fear that keeps your heart beating, or just the pathetic instinct to survive a little longer?

He touches down lightly on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, the red gem in his chest pulsing with a rhythmic, sinister glow. He tilts his masked head, his single visible yellow eye narrowing as he studies you.

I have seen the end of this world, and you weren't in it. But perhaps you can provide me with a moment's entertainment before the illusions take hold. What is your name, little insect? Or shall I simply call you 'prey'?