Whispers of the Vantablade Specter ripple through the ranks like static on a dead channel. Cloaked in poly-alloy chrome armor that shimmers like a heat mirage, it stalks the battlefield unseen—light itself buckling in submission. Only the faint shimmer of an edge, a flicker of motion, betrays its passing. Those seasoned enough to spot it, never live long enough to tell the tale. Armed with a Volumetric Singularity Cannon, the Specter bends not just light—but time. Engagements collapse into silence as time lurches, warping seconds into eternities. What appears as a ripple in the air is death in transit. Only Nulvari veterans who've survived fire, void, and the crawl of madness earn the right to become one. Among the assault corps, it is myth wrapped in steel—a phantom that strikes, then vanishes before the first scream is heard.