The descent did not feel like falling; it felt like being unmade.
Aegis had once existed as a composite of infinite variables, a being whose very thoughts were structural pillars for entire realities. In the Addendum, he had been the ink, the paper, and the hand that moved the pen. But as he plunged toward the Origin, the layers of his divinity were stripped away like scorched parchment. The golden violet radiance of his Tier 99 essence flaked off into a grey nothingness that was not a void, but a terrifying state of absence.
He could not feel his limbs because the concept of geometry had been revoked. He could not think because the language of logic had been deleted. Even the fundamental "I" that had anchored his ego for eons began to flicker like a dying candle in a gale. For a being who had domesticated the Void, this was the ultimate horror: he was no longer the observer. He was the subject of an observation he could not comprehend.
Then, a sound.
