It had been almost three thousand years since Tyrant had come across a problem that confounded him and his unique capabilities.
His intelligence, stimulated by the constant electrical activity in his brain allowed him to think at ridiculous speeds and even split his attention without impeding himself.
But despite pushing his thinking capabilities to their limits, he couldn't grasp the intricacies of the black hole before him that warped space-time.
Or rather, it wasn't that he couldn't, but that his instincts, honed over five thousand years of experience, told him that understanding the mechanism behind the hole would lead to two outcomes; madness or death, both of which were not ideal for him.
