Before Max could even process the sheer impossibility of what he had witnessed, the scene shattered and another took its place.
He saw the same man again, standing at the edge of a dark ocean. From the abyss, a monstrous sea creature, larger than any beast Max had ever imagined, rose up with a roar that shook the stars.
Without a word, the man lifted his sword and flicked it horizontally. The sea split open in a straight line, cleaving the monster and the entire ocean in two. Water, flesh, and screams were devoured by the void left in the sword's wake.
The vision shattered again.
Now the man stood alone on a barren battlefield surrounded by armies—beasts, demons, humans, gods—all races and creatures of war, millions strong. Yet he walked forward, dragging his worn sword along the ground.
With each step he took, the armies crumbled into dust, unable to even draw their weapons before their bodies collapsed into nothingness.
Another scene flashed.
