"THE AUDACITY!"
The voice echoed and almost ripped the spine out of existence itself tearing through the void expanse like a god's final scream dragged raw and bleeding across the throat of creation, a sound so absolute that the endless black convulsed in pure, animal terror.
Reality buckled.
Entire stretches of non-space folded and unfolded in agonized, wet spasms, as if the void were a living body being flayed from the inside.
The red door holding One Above—ancient, sealed, and holding something so vast the surrounding emptiness felt like tissue paper stretched over an abyss—shook violently on its hinges.
The energy around it cracked open in jagged, screaming fissures that bled pure anti-light.
The void itself tried to crawl away from the sound, warping and thinning as though existence wanted to flee its own skin.
A soft, almost delicate snort followed from the other side of the door before the world ended in white.
