Arthur Sterling didn't fly through the absolute void of the True Abyss. Instead, he fell upward.
His heavy boots cracked the invisible conceptual floor of his localized Order Field as he launched himself directly at the impossible mass of shifting jaws and weeping eyes.
That thing was Khaos. The Abyssal Progenitor was the physical embodiment of erasure and a Grand Chaos Sovereign that had existed since the dawn of the multiverse.
But to Arthur, it was just an overfunded competitor waiting to be liquidated.
He gripped the Ebonheart Sword with both hands. The pitch-black blade roared to life with the multi-colored heat of the Primordial Flame.
He didn't aim for the shifting tentacles or the hundreds of glowing eyes. He aimed directly for the dense center of the creature's conceptual mass.
"SQUELCH!"
The Ebonheart Sword sank deep into the core of the Progenitor. It pinned the very concept of the ancient Outer God to the fabric of the void.
