The Void
Gravity didn't exist here. Or rather, it existed, but it was broken—a fractured law of physics that twisted and warped like a dying snake.
Ethan Carter didn't run into the abyss; he hurled himself into it. As the green vortex swirled shut, sealing the fate of his mate and his unborn son, the Rogue King abandoned the crumbling reality of the Aether Spire and embraced the chaos.
He expected darkness. He expected the crushing, suffocating weight of teleportation magic. Instead, he fell into a kaleidoscope of nausea and neon green light.
The Void was a graveyard of dimensions. Massive shards of obsidian from the Spire floated in a soup of necrotic energy, drifting like icebergs in a poisoned sea. Lightning—black and purple—arced between the floating islands, striking with the soun
