.The sky and the sea split cleanly in two, as if sliced by a divine blade of light. A thin, radiant thread shimmered across the world, drawing a perfect incision - so precise, so sharp - that it resembled a code of judgment, a commandment etched in light. The planet itself obeyed, cleaving into two symmetrical halves. And there stood Robin. Exactly at the intersection of devastation and serenity. As if he, too, had been cleaved by the blade. Yet no pain came - his body untouched, his soul intact - but his mind. was elsewhere. Drowned in what his eyes beheld, reality itself suspended in awe. The right half of the world began to mutate. Clouds vanished in an instant, as if swept away by an invisible hand. The sky turned to a deep, infernal crimson - like dried blood under a scorching sun. The air changed - thicker, hotter, malicious. Every breath carried pain, like inhaling fire. Below, the sea stirred. Not with waves. but with rage. Violent whirlpools spun into existence, their eyes dark and bottomless. Above them, massive cyclones carved through the sky, clawing at the heavens. From its depths emerged titanic sea beasts - creatures of forgotten ages, ancient and furious. They roared and lunged at one another in primal bloodshed. No alliance. No cause. Just the law of nature in its rawest form: only one may rule. The whirlpools ignited - with liquid fire. Flames twisted like serpents upon the surface of water. Suddenly, from empty air - not a single cloud in sight - massive orbs of lightning exploded into existence. No thunder preceded them. They were red - a deep, arterial red - like clots of divine wrath. These thunder orbs crackled and hissed, then collided with each other in violent spasms, before leaping into the swirling infernos as if drawn to destruction. Robin. had witnessed the impossible in his lifetime. He had walked through warzones, stared down emperors, survived Death itself. This was beyond anything. His body trembled uncontrollably. Not from fear. but from an instinct far deeper: A soul recognizing something not meant to be seen. He couldn't even guess the level of power behind this manifestation. But he knew, with terrifying clarity - if a World Cataclysm were to be thrown into one of those firestorms. it would not come out the other side. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Robin turned his burning eyes to the other half of the planet. The sky was crystal clear. The sun glowed warmly - not harshly - casting golden rays on the serene ocean. Birds glided lazily through the air, chirping and playing as if the apocalypse wasn't unfolding nearby. Fish of every color and size leapt joyfully from the water, joined by majestic sea creatures who danced in synchronized elegance - performing flips, spins, and dives like trained performers on a stage of liquid sapphire. Each splash birthed droplets that caught the sunlight just right, creating rainbows - bridges of color - linking the earth to the sky in arcs of quiet beauty. To Robin's right: Armageddon. A dying realm. A vision of Hell. The right half of his body burned, scorched by the toxic heat. His left nostril refused to inhale the corrupted air. To his left: Paradise. A newborn Eden. A living dream. Despite the proximity to chaos, this side of the world radiated a serenity that made Robin's lips twitch - ".No. No, this isn't possible." Robin staggered back, clutching his head.
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