The surrounding existence of Collapse, which could not possibly have collapsed any further, seemingly collapsed even more!
The void was no longer a void. It was a sea of pure, incandescent annihilation, a swirling, chaotic vortex of crimson and blue.
The Primordial Mana-Flame Wyrms, dozens of them, soared through this impossible ocean, their azure scales shimmering with the light of a billion dying Wheels.
The Primordial Fireballs were not just projectiles; they were miniature, collapsing fold suns, each one a testament to a power that had decided the workings of existence were merely a suggestion!
All of existence felt like a thick, roiling sea of scorching blue crimson plasma and lava, and any creatures that were less than 2 Quintillion in power would melt in this environment alone!
In the far distance of this grand blue crimson sea, The Infiniverse could be seen swimming like a protected egg that would never be targeted by this damage.
