Neo's hands clamped onto the invisible boundaries of the Universal Empire. He did not cast a portal spell. He did not use a dimensional key. He simply dug his pale fingers into the foundational physics of his realm and pulled apart.
SKRRRAAAAK.
The sound was deafening. It was the horrific audio of mathematical constants being physically snapped in half. A jagged rift of bleeding crimson energy opened before him. Neo stepped through.
He arrived in the Celestial Court.
It was a realm of blinding, absolute perfection. The sky was forged from liquid gold. Trillions of meticulously aligned stars orbited a central palace that was larger than a supermassive black hole. Rivers of pure cosmic plasma cascaded through floating archways. Billions of angelic warships hovered in perfect, geometric formations.
Neo floated in the void, a tiny speck of crimson rage staining their flawless canvas.
