Incomprehensible to the mortal mind, a crown fused from gold and blood traversed the convoluted pathways between countless universes in its unyielding search for the world that will soon host the ancient championship for all who strive for their ultimate wish.

This metaphysical crown radiated a splendid glow, exceeding the brilliance of every star adorning the expansive gloaming sky, and on its golden surface were engraved seven gems hewn from the primordial nothingness that predates the dawn of the mortal realm.

This is no mere ornamental piece, for the venerable artifact is destined to be worn by the undisputed champion of the Nightmare Fighting Championship, bestowed upon its wearer an irrefutable authority, permitting them to shape the very fabric of the world according to their most primal wish, be it their most desired happy ending or endless worlds under their dominion.

In a fleeting blink of a mortal eye, the crown pierces through the barriers that separated dimensions, seamlessly transitioning from one reality to another, nothing more than a beam of unearthly light that left tears of broken matter in its indomitable march, uncaring of the unborn that crawled through gapes left in realities.

Finally, with a sonic boom spanning outwards for hundreds of miles rattling the tapestry of life itself, it breaches the final barrier separating it from the chosen world, zooming across the dark sky and bathing it in a kaleidoscope of colors that glistens above the silent world.

The Nightmare fighting championship will be soon upon the New World, and soon its competitors will arrive, so may the Sovereign of Death have mercy on your souls, for Amos the Unbounded has none.

Glory to the NFC , and may the mightiest champion win the battle for all the light in the sky.