The boss chamber was nothing.
Not empty. Not dark. Nothing.
Dante stepped through the passage into a space that his eyes couldn't properly process. The ground existed because he was standing on it—he could feel stone beneath his feet, could sense the solidity of matter supporting his weight. But everything beyond arm's reach dissolved into a void that seemed to swallow light and thought and meaning itself.
The sensation was disorienting in a way that went beyond physical. His eyes kept trying to focus on something, anything, but there was nothing to focus on. The darkness here wasn't merely an absence of light; it was an absence of existence itself, a hole in the fabric of reality that made his brain hurt just trying to comprehend.
And in that void, watching him with an awareness that had nothing to do with eyes, was the Absence.
