The Omega Void was not merely empty; it was the absence of everything. No light, no sound, no discernible time. It was the stark, ultimate stage, where the very concept of existence was a fleeting whisper. Elias stood there, a solitary figure of composed defiance, facing the incandescent, colossal form of Zorak, the Multiversal Expert.
But beneath that composed exterior, something cold and terrible was building. The memory of Kaelen's trembling form under the oppressive aura of the five envoys flickered through his mind. The way her face had gone pale, the way she had struggled to breathe under the weight of their Universal-level pressure. They had dared to bring that crushing force into his sanctuary, had threatened the one person in all the multiverse he cared about.
That transgression demanded a very specific kind of answer.
