The world was gone.
No trees. No moon. No sky. Just an endless, suffocating void that stretched in every direction, a blackness so absolute it seemed to devour thought itself. Raze's boots touched no ground, yet he stood, suspended in the emptiness. His breath echoed unnaturally, each exhale reverberating as if the air were hollow, a mockery of life. In the distance, faint red motes floated like dying embers, drifting lazily toward him. As they drew closer, they sank into his chest, each one sending a jolt of searing heat through his veins.
*Where… is this?*
"You're inside the core," a voice rumbled, deep and resonant, like thunder rolling across a dead world.
