The dimensional rift didn’t open with a roar, but with the crisp, crackling sound of static electricity. When the smoke cleared, four figures from entirely different worlds found themselves standing in the center of a ruined, ancient courtyard. Above them, the sky was a bruised shade of purple, torn apart by cosmic anomalies. Genji, the Lightning Emperor, was the first to react. Sparks danced across his knuckles as he dropped into a low, aggressive combat stance. "Identify yourselves," he commanded, his voice carrying the resonant hum of a localized thunderstorm. "Before I clear this courtyard with a bolt." "Whoa, easy there, Sparky," Haru Glory said, raising his left hand in a placating gesture while his right instinctively rested on the hilt of the Ten Powers sword slung across his back.