As the pocket dimension trembled under the weight of Samael's growing power, the Angel of Death paused, his cosmic senses probing the very fabric of this reality Judas had woven.
His perfect features contorted in a mixture of amusement and newfound interest.
"OH, JUDAS," Samael's voice resonated across dimensions, each word a symphony of creation and destruction. "YOU TRULY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE, DO YOU?"
Judas stood his ground, sweat beading on his brow as he poured every ounce of his will into maintaining the integrity of his creation.
"What are you talking about?" he managed, his voice strained with effort.
Samael's laughter was like the collision of galaxies, beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. "THIS POCKET DIMENSION OF YOURS... IT'S A MASTERPIECE OF COSMIC ENGINEERING. BUT LIKE ALL CREATIONS BORN OF MORTAL MINDS, IT HAS... FLAWS."
