Cain was struck by a deep, almost instinctive sense of wrongness as space-time itself was twisted in so many ways around it that it was almost sickening. He had become trapped within the Empyrean Wall itself—a place that was never meant to sustain life, not even one as strong as his.
The pressure here was unbearable. Waves of chaotic energy crashed against him from every direction, disorienting him until there was no concept of up or down, left or right. His divine body shuddered under the weight of cosmic turbulence. For a moment, he nearly lost his sense of himself and blacked out.
Grinding his teeth, Cain forced his will into focus. The energy in his veins ignited as he fought to stabilize himself, his aura extending like chains of order across the sea of madness. The effort was immense, but little by little, his body stopped spinning through the chaos.
