The gate of the Palace of Time opened in silence, and Vyraak stepped through. He took a couple of steps forward, and although he heard no sound or did not feel any breeze blowing, he knew the gate behind him had firmly closed shut.
At first, there was darkness all around him. Vyraak gasped as the Red Moonlight Blade exploded in radiance, and the Dragon God collapsed to his knees as information that should tear his soul to nothing streamed past him.
His consciousness was suppressed to a needlepoint, and he was dimly aware that if not for the blade in his hand filtering away nearly all the information he was receiving, then he should be dead.
Vyraak did not know how long he was on his knees, in this place; time did not seem to have any meaning, and a part of him silently died when a realization bloomed inside his consciousness that he had remained on his knees for many trillions of years; however, time remained frozen.
