Vritra stood before a spatial crack, with absolutely nothing around him stretching endlessly.
But a deadly suction force was constantly gushing out of the broken space, enough to pull gods or even higher beings toward oblivion.
The force was relentless, hungry, a vacuum that demanded to consume.
Crying monk stood not too far away, a barrier protecting them both from the devastating pull. His form remained steady, unaffected by the chaos.
"This place is a prison or also called a death zone, a place where the higher beings and others pushed one of the most dangerous species."
The crying monk spoke, looking at the realm with a mixture of reverence and caution. His voice carried the weight of ancient history.
The crack seemed to pull all the surrounding galaxies, planets, as if trying to devour them whole, an endless maw of destruction.
"…The Titans?" Vritra asked, wondering what his training would include, a chill running down his spine.
