Darkness.
An endless abyss stretched before Frank, vast and empty, yet filled with an oppressive presence. It was unlike anything he had felt before—ancient, watching, waiting.
He took a step forward. The moment his foot touched the ground—if it could even be called that—the darkness trembled.
Something had noticed him.
A deep, guttural voice echoed through the void. "An outsider… How? Impossible."
Frank smirked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Impossible? You gods really overuse that word."
The air shifted violently, twisting and warping as a colossal figure emerged. A mass of writhing shadows and glowing eyes, its mere existence bending reality around it.
It spoke again. "Leave."
Frank chuckled. "Nah."
The entity hesitated. No one had ever refused before.
The void itself reacted, distorting and cracking as the creature's form expanded, its eyes locking onto Frank with pure hostility. "You do not understand where you stand, mortal. This is the end of all things. Even gods do not step here."
Frank tilted his head. "And yet, here I am."
For the first time in eternity, the darkness felt something new.
Not fear.
Not confusion.
Intrigue.
The entity loomed closer, its presence crushing, yet Frank remained unfazed.
"Very well," it rumbled. "Let us see if you are worthy to exist in this place."
And with that, the void itself attacked.