The Null-Singularity hung suspended in the vast, lightless canyon like a bottomless, rotating maw that greedily consumed the very fabric of the starlit nebula above them.
Kai stood at the absolute edge of the steep precipice, letting his dark silk robes whip wildly around his scarred legs as the terrifying, crushing gravitational pull of the black sphere tried desperately to drag him into its lightless center.
He did not raise a wall of frost to block the pull, nor did he deploy his unyielding domain to fight the heavy gravity, but instead, he let his body adapt to the unnatural pressure while he calmly evaluated the ultimate engine of the Void-Lords.
"It is entirely composed of compressed, stolen souls and crushed planetary cores," Kaelen shouted over the roaring, deafening hum of the singularity, walking up to stand respectfully beside the Winter King.
