Wukong kept moving through the narrow air vents, small rat body pressed low against the metal.
The catastrophic scene outside still occupied most of his mind. Even now, safe inside the ship, the image of the shredded void refused to leave him. Void Space torn into bleeding sheets. Principle storms colliding like enraged beasts. Dozens of Multiversal auras locked in a free-for-all so violent it felt like millions of sectors were being born and destroyed at the same time. He had seen large battles before. He had caused large battles before. But the sheer density of power and scale of destruction packed into that one region was something else entirely.
