The moment Max focused on it, the cube dissolved into particles of light that merged into his forehead. His vision blurred, and in the next instant, his consciousness was pulled into a vast, empty void.
There was no light here, no sound, no form—only the endless expanse of nothingness. Yet within that nothingness, Max felt something powerful. It wasn't energy. It was presence—vast, eternal, and indescribably ancient.
A voice echoed through the darkness. It wasn't loud, but it carried through the void like the whisper of creation itself.
"You who have stepped into the domain of Spatial Collapse… you who stand at the edge of nothingness… I, the Void Monarch, acknowledge your existence."
The voice resonated with a weight that shook Max's soul. The title itself—Void Monarch—seemed to vibrate through the endless emptiness like a divine truth. Max could feel that whoever this being was, he existed far beyond the boundaries of life and death.
