After what felt like an eternity, Michael stirred, his consciousness returning with a faint groan.
He slowly opened his eyes, finding himself kneeling on the cold, ethereal floor.
The sight before him made his heart pound in a mix of fear and reverence.
Sitting nonchalantly on a throne of void, Ye Tian gazed down at him, exuding a pressure so profound it seemed to bend the fabric of reality itself.
His crimson eyes burned like molten fire, and the aura around him was a maelstrom of energy far beyond anything Michael could comprehend.
Michael's thoughts raced.
This man… No, this being… This is no ordinary existence.
He's beyond gods, beyond anything the cosmos has ever known.
For the first time in centuries, Michael felt true, bone-deep fear.
Yet, amidst the fear was a flicker of awe, even reverence.
