The Great Abyss was a sprawling graveyard of shattered realms and broken magical laws. As Neo stepped over the threshold of his perfectly ordered celestial sanctuary, the ambient chaos immediately attempted to drown his physical vessel.
It felt like walking into an endless ocean of screaming shadow.
The void lacked a floor, a celestial sky, or any rational geometry. It was a canvas painted entirely with infinite, agonizing madness. The air tasted of ash and ancient despair, a foul miasma that sought to suffocate any trace of pure light.
Waiting in the treacherous depths of this absolute disorder were three thousand Outer Deities.
They had witnessed the flawless slaughter of their vanguard. They had seen the Sovereign of Rot and the Architect of Agony forcibly transmuted into basic magical essence. Retreat was no longer a viable option.
