The dimensional gate sealed with a definitive, hollow snap, cutting Lord off from the rest of the cosmos.
He stood entirely alone in the deepest trench of the suppressed realities. The physics here were actively hostile. Gravity flowed in dizzying, nauseating loops; space folded in upon itself like crushed paper; and the ambient light bled backward, originating from sources that had already been destroyed.
But Lord was a bridge-tier entity. He didn't fight the broken environment; he synced with it, allowing his existence to ripple across multiple overlapping states. The chaotic pressures washed over him like water over a smooth stone.
Kael'thar was waiting.
