The sphere of darkness was no mere shadow; it was a cosmic cancer. Stretching across trillions of light-years, it moved through the void with a predatory intelligence, unmaking the laws of every multiverse it touched.
This was the domain of a Beyonder, a plague currently inflicting irreversible harm upon the inner world of Lady Sansa.
It moved not like a storm, but like an ink blot on parchment, erasing multiverses, civilizations, and even the fundamental constants of physics.
Where it passed, the vacuum didn't just go dark, it ceased to exist.
In the Real Void, the transcendent plane that served as the foundation for all existence, the High Court of the Nihilium was locked in a debate that threatened to crack the very pillars of the reality.
The air was thick with the pressure of ancient power. Here, the beings didn't just inhabit space; they defined it.
"I can assist her," Verion stated, his voice a calm, serene melody that masked a serrated ambition.
