The ceiling above me seemed serene, the silence of my room pressing down as I lay on the bed. My thoughts replayed the events of the day like a never-ending movie.
Nebula. The Infinity Realm. Her brother. Her father. Everything seemed like fragments of a fever dream.
My mind wandered back to the fight with Nebula. The way her piercing blue eyes held a mixture of power and disdain, her aura crackling like lightning as we exchanged blows. She was relentless, her hairs bending physics itself, but I had held my ground. Then, as if fate decided to twist the knife, I'd been sucked into the Infinity Realm—a dimension of infinite realm made through imagination and shifting realities.
There, her brother had awaited me. Tall, muscular, imposing, and radiating an aura of raw malice, he had charged at me without hesitation. Every blow he delivered was heavy.
