The chamber was carved from the bones of dead dimensions—walls etched with runes that bled silver light, the air thrumming with energy so dense it blurred the edges of form and thought. This was the heart of the Hollow Nexus, a forgotten altar where reality had once folded in on itself... and where Darius would now reshape it.
Kaela stood bare and trembling, her eyes aglow with tethered Void. Nyx, clad in obsidian silk, watched from the shadows, her expression unreadable, body coiled like a blade waiting to be drawn. Darius was silent—his godhood now tainted, laced with Unmaking, his body bearing divine and aberrant symbols intertwined like lovers in agony.
"This will change you," Kaela whispered. "You might never come back."
Darius stepped forward. "Good. I don't want to."
