For a heartbeat, Jacob stood with an empty expression there as if the world existed,
but he did not. The Cosmic Gateway's explosion rippled outward again,
vital essence churning and scattering like luminous motes across the Verdantia Life Galaxy, precisely as it had moments or… ages ago.
The Time felt wrong, the Space felt wrong, and even Jacob himself felt wrong as his bones hummed with a hollow ache, as if some invisible hand had reached inside his mind and tugged.
For the first time since acquiring the Cursed Immortality, the sensation of being 'himself' felt subtly… misaligned.
The ghostly light within Jacob's disguise, the Deathless Prince, flickered, mirroring his real eyes, however, not with confusion, but with the eerie stillness of someone who knew something had gone terribly, impossibly missing.
A mystical hum echoed faintly within his skull before the next moment, suddenly…
