The instant the darkness receded, Chu Hang felt as though he had been thrown into a kaleidoscope spinning at full speed.
The spatial rift behind them closed, replaced by a torrent of colors that made his scalp prickle.
It was no pleasing display of brilliance. The colors were sickly and distorted, a chaotic spectrum that made him instinctively want to vomit at a glance.
Red and blue overlapped at the same point. Green and purple ate into each other. Gold and black twisted together in a bizarre spiral.
Every color was screaming.
Every one was trying to devour the others.
Their feet touched down.
Beneath them was a floating stone platform with badly shattered edges and a surface covered in blackened scorch marks.
The platform rotated slowly, but no gravity pulled them in any direction.
Chu Hang looked up.
There was no sky.
No ground.
Nothing that could serve as a frame of reference.
Countless enormous fragments floated around them, like toys carelessly discarded by a mad giant.
Some were shattered planetary cores, magma-like energy still flowing slowly within them. Others were broken continental plates, their surfaces bearing traces of civilization—collapsed buildings, twisted metal frameworks, streets weathered to dust. There was even half the corpse of a star, still burning and giving off a dark red afterglow.
Gravestones left behind by dead universes.
Wanda steadied herself beside him, her face going deathly pale.
She clapped her hands over her ears, her body trembling slightly.
"It's... so loud here."
Pain strained her voice.
Chu Hang knew what she was hearing.
To his senses, the Dimensional Convergence Point was filled with the dying wails of countless dead universes.
Those sounds did not travel through air. They were etched directly into the folds of space, the fractures of time, the vibration of every