Damian's eyes snapped open. His eyes scanned his surroundings, but alas, he couldn't see a thing, for he was in naught by darkness.
But somehow, his awareness was so sharp he could make out where he was with a single sweep of his senses. And in a shocking turn of events, he found himself… in a black hole.
Damian should have panicked. No matter how powerful he was, black holes were still cosmic anomalies he didn't dare stand in the proximity of. Even Demigods, mighty Ninth Sphere powerhouses, would have to tread carefully in the face of such cosmic objects.
And yet, Damian felt as though he was at home. The black hole wrapped around his body dotingly like a mother would do to her child. This… wasn't normal.
His original body would have been shredded apart. For him to be able to nap comfortably in a black hole was only reliant on one thing — the body he had inhabited in this Spheric Tower. So, the actual question was, whose body had he taken over now?
