Darkness enveloped Nova as his body went limp from the cold and the jagged stone floor of the labyrinth. His mind, however, was far from the chaos that had just unravelled.
Unconsciousness had pulled him inward, deeper than sleep, into the Ability Chamber, the vast, infinite realm of chaos and destruction, where chaos forged like forgotten mysteries, and destruction spread like a cosmic wildfire.
He woke up in the chamber as if stepping through the veil that connected life to death. The space was boundless, and it was different than before, as if renovated, and still in construction. It was an infinite expanse filled with chaos and destruction, with death and destruction, with chaotic beings lingering like atoms in a coin.
