Six months. That was the exact duration required to butcher infinity.
In the grand play of existence, six months was not even a fraction of a cosmic heartbeat. But within the absolute boundaries of the Dark Universe, time did not naturally exist. Neo had to force it into reality.
He carved the concept of seconds and minutes out of the flesh of the void leviathans. His campaign was not a traditional war of armies and strategic borders. It was an apocalyptic buffet. He slaughtered the lightless behemoths. He butchered entities that predated the very concept of reality.
The Dark Realm threw trillions of nightmares at him, manifestations of pure nonexistence that sought to overwrite his soul and erase his memories.
