Supreme Man blinked… once… twice… his surroundings slowly shifting into awareness.
He was not in the room he had appeared in during the first vision.
This place was darker… much darker.
The darkness bled into itself, it looked endless like he stood inside the void between dying stars.
There was no ground… no sky… no air.
Nothing but a suffocating emptiness stretching infinitely in every direction, the kind that made even his powerful heart beat faster in instinctive dread.
He looked around, unsure if he was dreaming or hallucinating, and then without warning, color bled into the world.
It smeared across the dark like watercolor, forming shapes, outlines, and then full clarity. What appeared in front of him made all the breath in his lungs freeze still.
Lucius stood there.
This Lucius was holding a corpse… his corpse by the neck, dangling limp and broken.
The head of the corpse was twisted at an unnatural angle and his face was disfigured beyond recognition.
