"Who… ARE you?!"
The Möbius-shaped satellite halted its glide the moment Alexandra's dreadful voice thundered across the darkness, and for a heartbeat, nothing stirred, only the vast stillness of the devouring darkness.
But right at this moment, something astounding happened. The strange strip of infinity folded inward upon itself, warping as if it were made of liquid geometry. It twisted, broke apart into countless fragments, and reassembled into a new form, and a humanoid silhouette emerged.
It was small—no more than a foot tall—yet its presence defied its size. The being had no face, no features, no flesh. Instead, its body was composed of endless shifting particles, like grains of starlight and dust, each fragment flickering between ethereal colors as though entire constellations passed within it.
The figure stood upright in the air, its edges blurring like a mirage, and every movement of its form was accompanied by faint ripples that bent the very darkness around it.
