Reflected in my eyes was the scene of the world's destruction.
For me, death was not an uncommon occurrence, but that was something I could endure.
It was not natural.
A freakishly sinister black vortex spun like a black hole; drawing in, absorbing, and then destroying matter―like this, it flawlessly annihilated all that was around it.
Space tore and ripped, rended and wrest apart within moments by the dreaded twisting nether that seemed to oppose life itself.
It didn't matter that I had all the time in the world.
Because this anomalous devil didn't care for the distinction between what was resisting the river of time and what flowed along with it.
It was far too malevolent and significant a force for that.
Simply sitting at the end, it waited to swallow everything whole, and nothing could escape its insatiable maw.
