Chapter 135
So, I'd just stabbed a sentient universe in what I hoped was the gut. My choice of weapon had been a divine god-killing relic with ancient magic that I had pulled from my magical trash bag of a pouch.
The Void has screamed upon impact with it. For all I knew, this thing didn't even have internal organs to puncture. But for one glorious moment, a cosmic howl of pain reverberated through the endless black. It was a scream that made the shadows curl, the sky quake, and left my ears close to bleeding. For one bright, brilliant moment, I felt victorious. Like I'd actually done it. Wounded the damn thing. Hurt it enough to make it feel pain. Maybe I was even going to win.
Then it stopped screaming.
And it started pulling away. Retreating.
Moodrender buzzed gently on my back. Vorrak wasn't here to translate anymore, not in this void-shaped nightmare. But after everything we'd been through, I didn't need him.
