The moment Alex closed his eyes and allowed his mind to drift, the weight of the world around him vanished. His consciousness, honed and disciplined, descended into a different reality—a world governed not by the laws of man, but by the will of one silent goddess, the Goddess of Death: Nyx.
As his eyes opened once more, he stood in the middle of a vast, pitch-black room. No walls. No ceiling. Just a void, stretching endlessly in all directions, cloaked in an abyssal silence so profound it could swallow the mind of any lesser soul. The air was thick, almost crushing, yet still breathable. It was the signature of Nyx's inner world—a realm where shadows held weight and gravity was a merciless force.
Alex exhaled slowly. The moment his feet settled into the strange, malleable black floor, the pressure slammed down.
BOOM.
