There was nothing.
As far as Ethan could see, the space around him was completely empty. No stars glittered in the distance, no planets drifted by, not even the faint glow of cosmic dust. There was not a single source of light anywhere.
He was lost.
Where the hell was he?
Space without stars made no sense. Space without light made even less. Everything around him looked like a perfectly wiped surface, blank and featureless, as though existence itself had been erased.
There was no up or down, no left or right. Direction had lost all meaning. Even his instincts failed him. He could not tell where Earth was, or whether he was moving closer to anything at all.
It felt less like floating through space and more like being suspended inside a pure four-dimensional void.
Ethan's heart slowly sank.
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Far away, within the Chaos Realm, the world was the opposite of Ethan's prison. Endless white stretched in every direction, a boundless sea of pale brilliance without shadow or horizon.
