Chapter 230: Absolute At Peak
The vision began again.
Once more, I stood in the void of space, among shattered asteroids drifting like forgotten debris. A strange stillness hung in the air—a silence that vibrated with meaning. I recognised the moment. I had seen it before. But this time, everything was clearer.
A figure stood motionless on one of the larger asteroids. Tall. Wrapped in a long, tattered cloak that swayed despite the vacuum. The edges were frayed, torn by time. Not a single part of his body was visible—he was completely obscured beneath that cloak, his face hidden by the deep shadows of his hood.
Chains slithered across his body, moving like living things.
They wrapped tightly around his arms, chest, and throat. Some coiled around his legs like roots, others floated in the air beside him, dragging behind him like forgotten burdens.
They looked ancient—rusted in places, glowing faintly in others, each link etched with faint, unreadable inscriptions. I still couldn’t tell if they were restraints or something far more sacred.
His presence was wrong, no, heavier than wrong.
It felt like he weighed down reality itself, as if even space and time hesitated to move around him.
Then the darkness shifted.
Light flared across the void. The far side of the asteroid belt exploded with movement.
An army surged forth—an endless storm of power and terror. Ships shaped like curved blades cut across the stars. Beasts with molten eyes roared across the void, wings flapping in the vacuum.