Everything compressed into something smaller than anything? The universe exploding into existence? How does that any sense?
That skepticism died now. It didn't argue. It didn't resist. It simply evaporated under the weight of what he was watching.
'Holy shit,' Bruce thought, with genuine reverence.
He couldn't breathe here, so he did what he always did when his body needed to keep functioning through conditions it wasn't designed for.
He directed Heal inward, set it to continuous, and let the silver threads maintain him. Then he turned his attention to his eyes, or the thing serving as his eyes. He could perceive. That was all that mattered. The resolution was a variable, and variables could be tuned.
