The Chaos Sea was not an empty vacuum. It was a churning and violent ocean of raw paradox and unformatted concepts. But as the Ebon Citadel hurtled closer to the absolute center of existence, the darkness gave way to something far more terrifying.
Light.
Through the panoramic viewport of the command bridge, Arthur Sterling stared into the Maelstrom of Genesis.
It was a cosmic hurricane the size of a trillion galaxies. It was not made of wind or water. It was composed entirely of pure creation energy.
"CRACK! KRAA-THOOM!"
A massive bolt of blinding multi-colored lightning struck the void just a few miles off the port bow of the Ark. The moment the conceptual electricity hit the darkness, a miniature universe violently exploded into existence. Stars birthed. Planets formed. Entire civilizations blinked into reality in the span of a microsecond.
And then a second later, the energy faded. The miniature universe withered, died, and collapsed into grey ash.
