The drop was only about fifty feet, but the sideways gravity of the Dead Servers made it feel like he was falling diagonally. He braced himself, pointing his boots toward the churning, luminescent waves.
SPLASH!
He hit the water.
The moment his physical avatar breached the surface of the liquefied memories, his entire existence exploded into a symphony of absolute, mind-breaking agony.
"GAAAAAH!" Sebastian roared, the sound instantly swallowed by the thick, glowing fluid.
It wasn't physical cold. It wasn't the searing heat of a plasma blade. It was a torrential, catastrophic flood of raw, unadulterated human terror.
He didn't just feel the water; he felt the billions of lives that had been forcefully melted down to create it. In a fraction of a microsecond, his highly optimized, Demigod-tier brain was violently forcefully injected with the agonizing final moments of an entire multiverse.
