In the void of the Great Darkness, where countless dimensions flicker like dying embers, the Hischer Fortress of the Omicron Berserkers drifts.
The titans may see its construction as substandard, but few crafts could match the levels of a titan; however, this fortress was a stronghold that was hard to match in Reality.
With a size bigger than an average sun, this fortress had spires that gleamed with enchanted alloys, walls hummed with arcane wards, and members of the Omicron Berserkers lived within its walls.
Pulled from a million dimensions were powerful immortals, ageless warriors, Supreme gods, and mutated dimensional creatures, all in service to the Omicron Berserkers.
They stood here to guard the path towards Origin, the bulwark against the storm, and in the last seven-dimensional cycles, they had destroyed a thousand challengers.
But a storm was coming.
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