The wind brushed gently over the endless stretch of green grass.
Each blade shimmered faintly under the soft, blue sky — a sky that didn't belong to any world.
Zane sat quietly in the middle of it all, the faint hum of null rippling around him.
His island in Nowhere had grown enormous — far beyond what it once was. Mountains now stood in the distance, more rivers of light flowed through valleys,
More ocean and seas formed and the sky abiptly stopped at the edges, as if the entire land were a cutout of reality, floating in a complete darkness.
Yet despite its impossible scale, the island remained calm — alive, yet silent.
In front of Zane, a holographic screen projected from his technowatch, hovering steadily.
Images flickered across it — footage from Zayne's perspective and a video of zayne telling about it.
The ruins, the Vassel base, the fight — each moment replayed in sharp, glowing detail.
