The rift temporarily sealed by the Pillar Gods opened again, as if some kind of blasphemous knowledge had forcibly sliced open the soft belly of space.
Behind the rift was a viscous, swirling vortex of indescribable colors, emitting mind-dizzying whispers and cold malice, like a monster with self-awareness curiously touching this world.
Then, a mass of darkness began to seep out, collapsing and expanding incessantly.
Like dripping, viscous liquid midnight, or a conglomerate of billions of entangled writhing ghostly tendrils, this thing had no fixed contour. Yet, at the chaotic core, countless small, eerily white or dark golden geometric shapes, twisted runes, and even fragments of star maps were faintly visible, madly forming, colliding, and annihilating, the cold intellect of forbidden mysteries flickering within the chaos.
