Merciless followed the trail of neon blue light, his steps purposeful as he descended further into the depths of the Sea of Correspondence.
The string wound through the void, leading him toward something potent, something he could feel pulsing with familiar energy, null energy, or a product of it; whatever these powers were were created from nothing.
His claws crackled with power, and his eyes, sharp and glowing, narrowed as he approached the next source.
The moment he reached it, he didn't just touch the source; he was absorbed into it. A jolt of pure, untamed energy surged through him, pulling him into another reality altogether.
When the disorientation faded, Merciless found himself floating in a vast expanse, a space that pulsed with a deep, otherworldly red and black hue. It was like he had been submerged in a sea of blood.
