The asteroid field was a swirling and dangerous maze of cosmic debris.
Massive chunks of dead planets, broken divine armor, and petrified God-flesh violently collided in the dark and silent vacuum of the Chaos Sea!
Arthur Sterling navigated his Order Field through the wreckage with cold and calculating precision.
It was exactly like a ruthless CEO maneuvering through a hostile corporate audit.
Beside him, Lyra's violet eyes darted frantically as her hands hovered over her Stardusk daggers.
Even within the absolute safety of Arthur's reality-enforcing bubble, the sheer proximity to the raw and unformatted void was terrifying. It was more than enough to set a mortal's nerves entirely on edge!
"The pulse is getting stronger," Lyra whispered with a tremble.
She pointed toward a particularly dense cluster of floating rocks ahead.
"It's coming from the center of that debris field. It feels desperate... like someone is drowning and trying to build a raft out of the water."
