The golden essence of the Seventh Realm settled deeply into Neo's soul. The newly freed stars sang a chorus of pure gratitude that echoed through the infinite corridors of Multiverse Prime. Neo floated in the silent expanse of the True Void, letting his divine vessel acclimate to the massive influx of raw celestial power. He had just devoured a mechanical empire, but the burning hunger in his chest refused to subside.
He could feel the High Court of the Void stirring in the deep dark. Their ancient, unfathomable presences pressed against the edges of his awareness. They were gathering their absolute strongest champions. They were preparing a unified crusade to wipe him from the tapestry of existence.
Neo did not plan to wait for them. He opened his mind and consulted the cosmic map he had ripped from the minds of the Void Heralds.
