Nightflame sat motionless in the churning chaos for what felt like an eternity.
He lost all track of time, letting the unstable energy continue to pour into him without resistance.
Then, without warning, the violent storm around him began to fade.
He reached his destination.
"Huh?"
Nightflame's eyes widened in genuine surprise. The place was utterly bizarre.
It was a strange, broken dimension, some kind of universe or maybe even a fractured multiverse.
He couldn't tell yet.
Everything was painted in shades of dull grey, stripped of every other color.
No vibrant blues, no fiery reds, no living greens. Just endless, lifeless grey.
There were no stars. No moons.
Only flat planets drifting like massive celestial slabs, cold and lifeless.
Space itself felt wrong, twisted and unstable.
Random objects and fragments kept teleporting without pattern, blinking in and out of existence.
Time moved only forward in a strict, linear path.
