Deep within an unanchored, blood-soaked Zone on the planet Rilth, the sky burned in a tempest of crimson and black.
Rosh stood amidst a mountain of slaughtered Calamity beasts, his void-born form pulsing with cosmic starlight as smoke rose from his dark-taloned hands. For six long, agonizing years, his internal body had been a battleground. Ever since he had torn the dark core out of his brother's chest on Earth, a stubborn, resisting energy had fought his own spatial core every single second, inflicting tormenting backlash and crippling his higher-tier abilities.
Then, in a single, sudden microsecond... the resistance vanished.
The suffocating pressure inside Rosh's chest abruptly evaporated. The resisting mana that had clung to his internal channels dissolved into nothingness, leaving his spatial pathways completely clear and his authority fully restored.
