Amun remained standing near the table while the dark projection of the Null Realm drifted slowly above us.
"There's another reason the Null Realm is feared," he continued calmly. "The place does not welcome the living naturally. Every living existence entering there is treated like an anomaly." He waved his fingers lightly and the projection shifted, showing countless pale lights drifting endlessly through the darkness. "Souls belong there. Living beings do not."
Knight frowned slightly.
"So the realm itself attacks you?"
"Not directly," Amun replied. "At least not immediately. But the deeper you go, the more pressure you feel against your existence itself." His eyes shifted briefly toward me. "Your soul becomes the true target there, not your body."
That made far more sense now. The Null Realm was fundamentally a world of souls, which meant Saint rank and soul strength would matter far more there than ordinary destructive power.
