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THIRD POV
From this perspective, the plane was drowned in utter darkness, an endless, suffocating void. Yet amid that emptiness stood a castle.
It was not built, it was conjured, a structure forged from solidified void itself. A feat only the most eldritch of beings, the Nebulas, could anchor such a thing into existence.
Within the dimly lit throne room, where Major Concepts lost meaning an individual can be seen. Seated upon the obsidian throne was a figure, his hair ghost-white, two jagged horns curling from his skull.
His robes, a twisted contrast of black and white. Next to him was a floating staff, silent yet pulsing with unreadable intent.
He sat motionless as if carved from the void itself. He appeared to be sleeping or perhaps dreaming in planes not meant for mortal minds.
But then, without warning, his crimson eyes snapped open, burning through the dark.
'I've been here for what, ten minutes?'
He thought. Meanwhile, Asteri was panicking in the Cardinal World, why this Nebula hasn't made a move for years.
In reality, he was just seated, not deep thoughts on how to hunt Antares for he need none.
"Kill him or prolong the process?"
He asked himself for this wasn't an impossible task.
He has faced nightmares and gods Antares can't fully fathom their strength.
"Either way—"
With those words, he rose from the throne. The hovering staff floated into his grasp, as he made his way for the door.
Dark energy erupted, stabilising to a portal, ready to be used.
"I've been here for what ten minutes? I don't need to waste time in getting rid of this 2000-year-old Star. "
He muttered, voice laced with disdain.
His eyes glinted with cold certainty.
"I'll make it quick."
Without hesitation, he walked toward it the portal each step, a ticking time bomb of what was to come.
NT5 End:)
To be continued...