The beams of light surged toward Minos with blinding speed, their encoded information indecipherable in the split-second flash.
He made no effort to parse it—his focus shattered as his throne lurched to a halt in the spacetime void, the abrupt stillness nearly sickening him.
Yet when the throne's mechanical welcome echoed through his senses upon arrival, intrigue overrode his disorientation.
Before him sprawled a realm unlike any he'd witnessed. At a glance, it thrummed with primordial vitality: a tapestry of bioluminescent flora, teeming with vibrant colors and alien lifeforms, all suffused by a spiritual pressure dense enough to liquefy lesser Sovereigns.
Rainbows arced across the horizon, their radiance so potent that even fleeting eye contact threatened to shatter the psyche of a Grandmaster.
Above, a cerulean sky—deceptively serene—gazed back, its daytime canvas pierced by the distant glint of distant stars.
