Lucius looked around.
Space was still vast and empty.
An endless dark ocean with scattered, glittering diamonds that were silent and indifferent.
The battle he just fought had torn through hundreds of kilometers of vacuum, exploded energy into the void, and yet the cosmos remained unchanged.
There was not a single sound and even Jura's blood… what little could exist in this environment floated in small crimson orbs like distant stars.
'Even after all that… it's peaceful.'
Lucius crossed his arms as he hovered in the void, the microgravity nudging him into a slow rotation.
There was no wind, no pressure, everywhere was just… still.
'I think I can live up here.'
He truly meant it.
Whenever he stepped into space, something inside him loosened like the chains binding his potential simply evaporated.
Here, he was limitless or for a more correct analogy… here, he felt like a god.
