Anthony felt space warp and twist around him, his body frozen, unable to move. Any attempt to activate his Spatial Mark skill to escape now would tear him apart, space itself would rend him to shreds.
Then, suddenly, his foot met solid ground. His senses snapped back.
Before he even opened his eyes, he felt it, an overwhelming presence suffusing the air.
Chaos energy.
It hung heavy over everything, dense and potent beyond measure.
Anthony's eyes snapped open, immediately scanning his surroundings. His gaze settled on a solitary figure seated upon a throne, majestic and imposing, as if the entire world were meant to bow before him.
The being returned Anthony's stare, a slow, unsettling smile curling across his lips.
He said nothing, allowing the silence to stretch, his smile never faltering as he studied Anthony.
