He saw it again.
The whole place was an ethereal, celestial white lake. Unlike anywhere else, the currents of both space and time materialized here.
Varian could feel their potency even at the very edge from the center.
The center….
The center was the monstrous hole which wriggled and struggled to expand against the opposing force.
And this hole, it was devouring the very fabric of space-time, the possibility of life and death, the state of order and chaos.
It was devouring everything and turning it into nothingness.
Into void.
Varian focused his senses onto the figure at the very center of that gaping hole.
He stood there like he was there since the beginning of time. As if he'd remain till the end.
Varian steadied himself and took a step forward. The sheer force of the space-time currents was enormous.
It's like wading against the raging currents of a mighty river. There's no moment to rest. It's a relentless struggle against nature itself.
