Almor could not stop trembling as his mind was forced to witness the might of The Flow. It was not a conventional attack. There were no blades, no flames, no crushing fists—only truth. The raw, unfiltered truth of existence poured into him, tearing apart every illusion that had once anchored his sanity.
His consciousness was dragged into that boundless current that connected all things, where past and future intertwined, where self and other dissolved, where everything was one and one was everything.
His sanity began to unravel as he struggled to comprehend a realm in which individuality was nothing more than a fleeting ripple in an endless ocean. He saw lives merging and separating, stars igniting and fading, civilizations rising and collapsing in the span of a breath. He felt himself expanding, stretching across eternity, only to be crushed back into the fragile shell of his mortal frame.
