The Guardian's arena was a nightmare of suspended physics.
The platform hung at the center of the Anchor's deepest void, accessible only through a gate that accepted the Key they'd assembled. Around them, the usual islands of Floor 14 were absent, replaced by an endless expanse of nothing that stretched in every direction.
No walls. No ceiling. No floor except the stone beneath their feet.
At the center of it all, the Guardian waited.
It wasn't a creature in any conventional sense. The Void Guardian was an absence, a humanoid silhouette carved from the space between things. Where its body should have been, reality simply stopped existing, edges blurred and undefined like looking at something that shouldn't be looked at directly.
When it moved, the air around it bent. When it stood still, the stone beneath it cracked.
"That's not possible," Leon breathed. "That's not, it's made of nothing."
