This virtuoso of the void began speeding into the center of the battle nearly at the speed of light. Opening his hand, he began crafting the fiber of the spacetime continuum in euphoric joy.
This time, it wasn't a rift that he was making. For the first time ever in his life, he removed all of the noble pride he possessed and began constructing the finest and brightest of weapons for mass destruction.
The moon was bubbling in confirmation, as if it willed this development into its course.
"Through heaven and void, I alone shall become the ruler of all madness."
Because this creation of his would rival even the creator of this very realm if given enough time. So brimming with potential, in fact, that with enough breakthrough, it would simply ascend him into a greater godhood beyond the dimension of this planar of reality.
