Li Chen tumbled through the black, churning void, disoriented and battered, his body screaming, his senses overwhelmed by the raw, chaotic energy of the dimensional fabric. He felt Yueling's presence beside him, a faint, fragile beacon, but even that was flickering under the cosmic assault. The void around them twisted violently, not a gentle current, but a maelstrom of unmaking. He felt himself being pulled in a thousand different directions, stretched thin, about to be ripped apart. The Pedang Awan Roh in his hand was no longer glowing; it was vibrating violently, desperately trying to stabilize the chaotic flux of the dimensional rift. But it was losing.
Unstable, the God-Will whispered in his mind, its voice laced with a detached, ancient concern. The passage is collapsing. We are bei
