Chapter 83: The Creator Goddess , Death Goddess and Divine Bullshit
Ethan sighed. "Oh come on, not this again."
He braced himself for the usual time-stop weirdness, but this time, it was different, disturbingly different. The air around him cracked. The ground beneath his feet fractured like glass. Even the sky above split open like some shattered mirror reflecting a thousand realities. Then, in the center of it all, a swirling vortex formed, like a black hole stitched together with lightning.
"The hell is this?!" Ethan shouted, just before he felt an unseen force yank him into the void. His body flailed uselessly as he was dragged into the darkness. Everything around him disappeared.
Pitch black.
He tumbled through nothing, an endless fall through a place without walls, floor, or sky. It felt eternal,until it wasn’t.
Without warning, the vortex spat him out like chewed gum. He was literally puked from the void. A gross gurgling sound accompanied his landing, as if even the dimensional rift didn’t want anything to do with him.
"Tch." Ethan clicked his tongue as he hit... well, nothing.
He stood up—or rather, floated. There was no floor, yet he wasn’t falling. Around him was a vast emptiness. But on his left, his hand began to glow with a thick, black mist. It shimmered like obsidian smoke, curling around his fingers. On his right, golden light pulsed and radiated from his palm like warm sunlight.
"What is this...?" Ethan muttered.
He took a single step—and found himself walking through thin air.
Suddenly, the world reacted. On his left, the black mist expanded and twisted the void into a massive throne room, gothic and haunting. Everything was dark, elegant, and cold. On the right, the golden light formed a radiant throne room of glowing marble and divine beauty.
Ethan now stood in a place divided: half celestial, half abyssal.