Silence filled the shattered white dimension, the countless fragments of broken reality slowly drifting through the endless void like scattered pieces of a forgotten dream. In the very center, a constantly shifting object quietly floated, emitting neither pressure nor hostility.
Yet merely looking at it made space distort.
Grey slowly walked toward it, his footsteps echoing through nothingness. Alan and Alissa silently followed behind, their eyes fixed on the object ahead.
The closer Grey got, the more unstable reality became.
Distances lost meaning, time began flowing inconsistently, and the Codex constantly changed shape. One moment it resembled a crystalline cube, the next an endless spiral, then countless overlapping dimensions folded into one another.
Grey quietly reached forward.
His fingers touched it.
The instant contact was made, notifications rapidly appeared and his own Chaos Source Codex begin merging with the one before him.
