They tore through the other end of the rift together.
The void swallowed them whole. No up. No down. Just an endless expanse of swirling rainbow light and stardust that drifted like sediment in water. This was not space—they could feel that immediately. There were no stars, no solar systems, no distant galaxies. Just an infinite emptiness that pressed against their scales like thick fluid, blurring movement, blurring thought, blurring time itself.
Behind them, the rift sealed with a sound that wasn't a comfortable to hear, cutting them off from everything. From the battle. From their world.
Vorthraxx drifted ten meters away, his massive adult form silhouetted against the unnatural light. His wounds from the fight had already closed, his regeneration working even here, in this place that had no time, no air, no anything.
He laughed. The sound didn't travel normally but it vibrated through the fluid, through Owen's scales, through his bones.
