Above Caine, seated cross-legged and gazing down at him, was a humanoid entity composed entirely of dark matter.
The entity had no discernible features—no eyes, no mouth, no defining characteristics—just an abyssal silhouette, its form swallowing all surrounding light, distorting the space around it like a singularity.
Caine looked up, unmoving. He lacked the energy to be shocked, confused, or even doubtful. And the entity, in its silent, looming presence, seemed to know it too.
With a mere wave of its hand, a burning pain tore through him. The sensation was beyond agony, beyond mortal comprehension, as something unseen seared itself onto each of his Dao Hearts.
"ARGHHHGG!"
The agony was so overwhelming that his entire body spasmed against the endless white expanse beneath him. His screams echoed into the void, yet the entity showed no reaction, no sympathy.
