He stared into the abyss of the tear with a frantic, piercing intent.
He knew his luck talent was sentient in its own way—for it to commit suicide just to open a door meant that whatever lay on the other side was the only thing in existence that could save him from Aegon.
Suddenly, a sensation of pure, unadulterated terror surged through him.
It wasn't his mind reacting; it was his very blood.
Every drop of his diverse, powerful bloodline began to roar in a panicked, collective harmony.
"Aaron.
RUN!!"
It was no other than the voice of his bloodline, expressing fear in Aaron's own thoughts.
"What is—"
BOOM!
The impact was instantaneous and absolute.
Aaron didn't even see the strike—he only felt the physical laws of his sanctuary shatter.
He was sent hurtling backward, his body becoming a living comet that pulverized the spatial fabric of his own reality.
