His perspective continued to ascend relentlessly, and in an instant, he reached the stars, the world transformed into a globe that he could seemingly hold in his palm.
The starry sky was desolate.
Ethan's gaze was immediately drawn to the pitch-black throne, where a grand figure reclined upon it, his body long gone, leaving only a hollow suit of armor.
Also present was the shadow, in which a faint light seemed to be interwoven.
It was a surge of intense emotions.
Its heart was filled with yearning and the ecstatic joy of approaching the peak.
The shadow acted first, darting straight like an arrow toward the armor.
Ethan simply stood quietly, making no move, more interested in feeling the changes brought by the ascendant electrical energy than the knowledge contained in the armor.
He didn't need to look at the shadow to see all that belonged to it.
Its hunger, its thoughts, and… its future.
