A flash of white and the roaring of an object falling faster than the speed of sound led to a crater hundreds of metres wide when Nine crashed into the terrain of The Plane.
He was unfazed by the crash as much as the punch hadn't caused him any damage, what did bother him was how easily he had been forced from one place to another; as the smoke and dust from his crash cleared and he stared into the air it became obvious that he wasn't anywhere he'd ever been before, not a single constellation he could see made any sense.
"This Godslayer," Nine mused, fanning the dust from his face and walking out of the crater he'd made. "At first, I believed he simply had the rare powers of teleportation, which enabled rapid transportation from one place to another, but this isn't just another location; this is inside of another collective entirely."
