"WHOOSH!"
The moment Arthur's boots left the physical boundary of the Ebon Citadel, reality ceased to function. There was no gravity. There was no temperature. There was only the suffocating pressure of infinite possibilities pressing against his skull.
He did not fall. He drifted and remained suspended in the absolute vacuum. He stared up at the colossal sleeping face of the Prime Creator.
The entity's features were composed of shifting galaxies and rivers of starlight. Every slow and rhythmic breath the Creator took sent ripples through the fabric of the void. It birthed and destroyed microscopic dimensions in the space between them.
Arthur's Dimensional Breaker Physique roared to life. His muscles bulged as his pseudo-ascended core fought desperately to maintain his physical boundaries. The Origin Point was actively trying to unravel him. It attempted to pull his mass into the sleeping God's dream.
[WARNING]
↳ Critical Ego Degradation.
