Thirty-four hours was not a random number that the White Death had declared for the start of the fight in the Void Between Worlds. It was precise. That was exactly the time the White Blade, the empire's supreme warship, needed to reach the range of the Zanis Homeworld.
Now they were close enough that even Vlad, staring out from the blade's prow, could see the massive world looming ahead. His eyes widened despite himself. It was gargantuan—dozens of times larger than Terra—and the density of its energy and laws saturated the surrounding void like an ocean tide. The sheer vibrancy of the realm spoke of untapped potential, of further growth yet to come.
"If it were given a few million more years and enough nurture and Origin Power," Vlad thought grimly, "it could surpass even Graecia, perhaps rising to the rank of a cosmic world like the Heaven, Abyss, or Hell itself."
