Adonis Kingsbane stepped through the glowing violet doorway. The superhero metropolis of the Vanguard Alliance faded away behind him. He was back inside the roaring hurricane of the cosmic web. The temporal pressure pushed against his body from all sides.
He tightened his grip on the Chaotic Harem Sword. Vexa hummed with a protective warmth. The obsidian crystal radiated chaotic energy, shielding him from the destructive winds of the shattered timelines.
He closed his eyes and reached out with his senses. He searched for the next anchor of the Primordial Celestials. The grey sickness was a distinct, foul taste in the cosmic fabric. It tasted like cold ash and forgotten memories. He found a massive concentration of that exact sickness radiating from a nearby dimensional cluster.
"Hold on tightly, Vexa. We are going to make a very hard landing."
