A concealed figure clad in red garments pierced through the dark and cold space that located between realms, it moved at the speed limit of the universe.
The wrathful one, it had been hundreds of years since he had ventured into this darkness in search of another realm, or something even grander, a realm cluster, but his search was fruitless.
That was until now.
A light-year before floated a giant bubble about 30k light-years across.
This bubble was a realm.
Soon, he arrived a few meters before the realm barrier; his starry eyes shone as they penetrated the barrier, slowly scanning everything inside, and he saw something that made his thoughts burn.
Inside, he saw cosmic rivers formed of blood and flesh, remains of shattered spherical worlds, shattered mechanical devices, and patches of the vacuum stained with the essence of six-tier true meaning runes. aftereffects from the clash of six-tier beings no doubt .
