A blinding flash erupted from the swirling vortex, engulfing Anya and Alex. The discordant symphony of the dying world dissolved into a horrifying shriek. A searing pain tore through them, and then… silence. The white space of the transmigration system sputtered and flickered, its sterile perfection marred by a growing tendril of darkness.
The darkness pulsed once, twice, and then erupted, spewing forth a monstrous entity unlike anything Alex had ever encountered. It was a writhing mass of gnarled branches and gnashing vines, its form shifting and melding in a display of horrifying power.
In that frozen moment of terror, a searing realization lanced through Alex's mind – this wasn't a broken reality, it was a weapon. A weapon designed to destroy the Weavers, to silence the architects of existence.
