Ash blurred across the fractured skies of the Prime Expanse, moving so fast that the unstable space around him warped and cracked in his wake.
In less than a second, he arrived at the colossal Wall of Death.
HUMMM!!!!
The barrier towered endlessly in both directions, a massive, ancient structure of condensed conceptual matter that spewed nonexistence essence.
Even now, it continued to pulse with a deep, rhythmic thrum, though faint fractures had begun to appear along its surface.
Without slowing down, Ash simply passed through it.
The moment he crossed to the other side, the atmosphere changed completely.
BOOOOOM!!!!!!
CRACCKLLEEEEEE
RUMBLEEEE!!!!!
What lay beyond the Wall was not a battlefield in any traditional sense.
It was pure, unfiltered chaos.
There were no clear frontlines, no organized formations, no strongholds, no places to recover, and no leaders giving orders.
No, everyone here was fighting with everything they had.
