Chapter 118: The Astral Server
SNAP!
The sound of Draven's fingers snapping echoed through the office.
In a fraction of a millisecond, the walls of the central spire completely melted away. The warm light of the afternoon sun vanished. The wooden desk, the leather chairs, and the stone floors dissolved into absolute nothingness.
Lord Commander Helion Goldmane gasped, his eyes widening in pure shock.
He was no longer in Bastion Seven. He was floating in an endless, breathtaking expanse of a starry void. Galaxies spun slowly in the distance, and the floor beneath his boots looked like polished dark glass reflecting a sea of nebulas.
Before Helion could even process his surroundings, a terrifying, unfathomable pressure crashed down on him.
BOOM!
It was not physical gravity. It was the sheer, crushing weight of a higher dimension.
