Darkness consumed him.
The abyss tightened around his body like an endless sea, stretching infinitely in every direction. It was cold, a void untouched by time, soundless except for the echoes of power lingering at the edges of his mind. His senses flickered—one moment, he felt weightless, drifting in the nothingness, and the next, he was being pulled downward, drawn deeper into the abyss.
Gin's attack had done more than just hit him. It had flung him beyond the battlefield, beyond the fabric of space itself.
For the first time in a long while, Cruzer felt something he rarely experienced.
Helplessness.
The void was his domain, his very essence, and yet here he was, trapped within its depths, unable to grasp onto anything solid. His connection to Void Control felt... off. It was as if Gin had severed the strings that held him to reality.
And yet—
He refused to accept this.
Not now. Not here. Not against him.
