Chapter 101: B2: C1: The Dreaded Floridian 1 [Start of Book 2]
Zarian was kneeling on a patch of dirt and grass that wasn’t soaked in blood. He was in a foreign world far from his original world. Hells, he wasn’t in the universe he’d grown up in.
White blocky clouds drifted like fluffy tetris pieces sailing in the wide blue sky. Patches of cobblestone hid under fields of colorful wildflowers. Various creatures, like little drakes and elemental avians, skittered and flitted about around him.
In the distance, he saw a small hill made of fortress fragments with verdant plantlife weaved through its gaps and cracks. There was a small forest to the east where the trees had stone blocks covering their bark. There were many trees like that on Corma, the World of Castles and Caverns, just one in many in the Infinita Star System.
Zarian was kneeling in the grass because he had the biggest humbling anyone could have. He’d become an existential threat across multiple dimensions, to where whole multiverses and armies of primordials couldn’t stop him. His ever-expanding darkness crushed them and consumed them, and his mortal mind could do nothing but fight and struggle to slow it down.
He failed countless times.
He’d watched his own world along with many others get consumed by his out-of-control power. He still kept fighting. He still kept trying. But he was forced to be a passenger for a long, long time.
When it all looked bleak, his Funnest Granpapa had showed up and reversed all the damage. Everything Zarian’s darkness had destroyed and eaten returned to their most pristine state prior to the apocalyptic doom. But not everything was back to normal.
For one, everyone could remember what happened before they died. They would all know that an unbeatable darkness had snuffed out the stars before eating their worlds. The gods might know whose darkness had done that.
How could they not?