Chapter 407 – Power begets Power
It was a harrowing and silent space. A space where there was nothing that existed except nothing.
It was dark and heavy, with a pressing power that could crush the greatest progenitor into a smoldered mess of flesh in a time far too brief for Time itself to acknowledge.
Inside that place, a being sat floating in the immaculate ebony realm, where no concept of up, down, left or right existed. Or too simply, where emptiness ruled.
The being was a strange one. One could see its body shifting, twisting and folding upon itself continuously, taking numerous forms endlessly.
For a moment you would see a woman with blue skin and mesmerizing beauty, the next a towering monster with billions of crimson bleeding eyes covering its whole frame, and the next a child with eerie curiosity shining inside its empty sockets.
This continued timelessly until the being took the shape of a simple human — a man — with black hair and black eyes.
