Ethan stood alone in the endless darkness, his figure small against a sky that did not belong to any sky he had ever known.
He looked toward the distant fluctuations ahead.
Powerful auras rippled there, distorted and oppressive, like living shadows moving beneath the skin of reality itself.
They were natives of this negative plane of existence.
Ethan narrowed his eyes.
They were strong, undeniably so, but not strong enough to warrant immediate action. From the fluctuations of their laws and the density of their origin signatures, he quickly judged their level.
Progenitor realm.
Ethan exhaled slowly.
"There is no need to fight," he murmured.
He raised his hand.
The space around him rippled silently as he infused the Law of Entropy into the invisible barrier encasing his body.
Entropy was decay. Entropy was inevitability.
Within that barrier, all ordered detection collapsed into meaningless noise. Energy waves lost coherence.
