Catastrophic.
It was the only word Rex could summon to describe the crushing weight bearing down on him.
Crossing the Fifthborn for the first time right in front of the Great Barricade back then was chilling, like a bucket of cold water being drenched from top to bottom. But this time—the Voidal Monarch brought along a crushing feeling like the sky was collapsing on him.
One that Rex could only compare to the abomination in the Chaos Realm that restrained Edward.
Each person in Lorayah Village was terrified, understandably so.
Abras, who reeked with experience of managing the village, was now frozen on his spot.
He couldn't move, stunned at the approaching catastrophe.
Around them, the Black Rift began to move away, pulled like steel to a magnet by the Voidal Monarch, displaying its command over the spiritless darkness. Akin to the entire world was welcoming this thing with open arms.
Rex had seen a Voidal Prince before.
