Northern tore through the darkness, essence burning like a comet as he pushed beyond sustainable speeds. The Omnisphere guided him through the shifting terrain, avoiding the walls that tried to manifest, the pits that opened beneath phantom feet.
Behind it, in the distance, reality itself was screaming.
The main body's domain clash sent shockwaves through the Patriarch's Soul World—distortions rippling outward, azure light flickering as the authority struggled to maintain cohesion in two places at once.
Northern felt it. The pressure was lessening because the domain was trying to dominate the other authority that had entered it. This made the resistance in other areas way weaker.
He flew through the air at great speed. The heat signature grew clearer. Stronger, now that nothing was suppressing the Omnisphere's perception.
He crested a ridge of obsidian stone and stopped.
Below, in a shallow crater carved into the dark plains, a figure hung suspended in mid-air.
