Chu Hang stood outside the apartment and reached for the rusty doorknob.
The metal was cold beneath his fingers, but he could feel something strange beyond the door—
Space was twisting. Matter was rearranging itself, as though something were rewriting the definition of reality at will.
He glanced back at Wanda.
Wanda nodded.
Adam was still asleep in her arms, but the little boy's breathing had quickened, as if he sensed something that frightened him.
Chu Hang took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
The sight beyond it made Wanda gasp.
This was no ordinary room.
The walls shifted at random between solid and liquid.
Furniture floated near the ceiling: a sofa, a coffee table, a lamp.
Clutter drifted lazily through the air as if weightless, only to crash to the floor without warning. Every bang set their nerves on edge.
Even the floor was unstable.
The ground was a mess. One moment it was hard concrete; the next, it turned to sloshing water. In places, whole sections were missing, leaving pitch-black gaps that were unsettling to look at.
An indescribable smell hung in the air.
It was neither foul nor pleasant, but a chaos somewhere between existence and nothingness that made them instinctively uneasy.
Chu Hang raised his right hand, gathering the Control Origin in his palm.
Golden light spread outward, forming stable footing around them.
But Wanda soon found that her magic barely worked here.
It was not being suppressed. It had nothing to take hold of.
Chaos Magic rewrote reality, but the reality in this room was constantly being rewritten, reset, and twisted. She could find no fixed anchor for her power.
Chu Hang narrowed his eyes and used the Mental Law to scan the room.
Deep in the living room, a figure sat in