[Space]
Lucinda would have liked to focus all her attention on the opponent floating before her, but that seemed to have to wait.
A shudder, at first, it was subtle—a faint, almost imperceptible disturbance rippling through space.
Then—the silence shattered.
The universe began to quake, it was as if reality was convulsing. The fabric of existence writhed and screamed, twisting and contorting, as if it could no longer endure the forces clashing within its bounds.
Distant stars trembled, their light flickering erratically—some flaring into blinding novas, others darkening into lifeless husks.
Planets groaned under invisible pressure, nebulas twisted into spirals, their vibrant colors bleeding into one another. Black holes screeched—yes, screeched—as their event horizons quivered, their hunger warring against the force that sought to unmake even them.
And amidst it all, Rhiannon seemed unbothered.
