My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King
When the static cleared, we stood on the other side.
The Void Realm wasn't just empty space. It was a horrific, sprawling architecture of impossible geometry. We stood on a floating continent of jagged dark matter. Above us, below us, and all around us were millions of similar floating islands, connected by bridges of weeping, pale light. There was no sun, no sky—only a swirling nebula of bruised purple entropy.
And we were not alone.
Waiting for us on the floating obsidian plains was an army that stretched as far as the eye could see. Millions of Void Stalkers, towering Abyssal Behemoths with limbs made of rusted bone, and hovering Seraphs radiating anti-light.