Darkness consumed everything.
Rey fell through void that transcended normal concepts of space and distance—not physical descent but journey through layers of reality that existed beneath conventional perception.
His damaged body felt weightless, pain fading into background static as consciousness shifted into state that made normal awareness seem limited by comparison.
Then the vision began.
Reality reconstructed itself around Rey, replacing absolute darkness with battlefield that stretched beyond horizons.
The True Realm—not as it existed now, divided between Aether and Nether territories, but as unified reality before the Great Schism.
And the war.
Forces beyond Rey's comprehension clashed across landscape that made mortal conflicts seem like children's games. Angels and Devils fought not against each other but alongside one another, united against common enemy.
The Six Ancients.
Rey saw them—entities whose mere presence made reality bend in acknowledgment.
