"It's been a while since I've seen someone like that… The last one must have been "@!&#$!@$'." The voice didn't echo in the air. It tore straight through Strax's mind.
And suddenly, the world fell apart.
No sound. No transition. No pain.
Just white.
Absolute white—not light, but an absence of color, of matter, of direction. As if the universe had been wiped clean, erased… reset.
When Strax blinked, something changed.
The white gave way, revealing a new world.
But not a place he knew.
Not even a place he could know.
They were billions of light-years away from his reality. A fold of existence hidden beyond mortal logic.
Before him, amidst a path paved with black stones and golden moss, stood a man.
A man unlike anything he had ever seen. His body, His presence, and His existence were different.
