After uttering that small jest, the eyes of the Crimson Exarch sharpened.
Without hesitation, he invoked the Power of Order, reaching into the fabric of the Universe Matrix and drawing forth the essence of the black and white lightning.
Then he began to channel it into Anark.
The eyes of the True Primordial of the Void widened.
In the next instant, the black and white lightning flooded his vision.
His soul trembled.
His Primordial Essence was pulled into something vast—something ancient.
Something far beyond anything he had ever experienced.
The first thing Anark saw… was death.
A mass grave.
Hundreds—no, thousands—of corpses piled together in suffocating stillness. Rot, decay, and silence dominated that place.
And within that endless field of death—
There was a young man.
His body was broken.
Crippled beyond recovery.
His flesh torn, his bones shattered, his life fading.
Yet just when everything seemed to end—
Another figure appeared.
