The sound of the colossal doorway swinging wide open was not a metallic grind, nor was it the crumbling crunch of ancient stone. It was the sound of reality tearing along its unstitched seams—a dry, terrifying friction that made the fundamental laws of physics buckle and groan.
Through the widening gap of the gateway, the void beyond did not present itself as empty darkness. It was a chaotic soup of unwritten matter, dead timelines, and discarded cosmic geometry, shifting like pale ash beneath an unseen wind.
The entity's eye had receded into that blinding, color-drained expanse, but its administrative presence lingered over the battlefield like an inescapable ceiling.
The whole world felt flattened, pinned down beneath a weight that made even breathing an act of defiance.
