The void erupted with a sound that should not have existed—a cacophony of nothingness given voice, a symphony of absolute silence made manifest. The Dark had begun its final assault, and reality itself began to scream.
The Void Tsunami
Across seventeen dimensional fronts, The Dark surged forward like a tsunami of pure negation. It moved not as darkness, but as the absence of possibility itself. Where it touched, concepts simply ceased to have ever been. The Coalition's outer defenses—reality anchors that had held for millennia—winked out of existence without even the courtesy of destruction. They were simply not, as if they had never drawn breath in the cosmic order.
Reed watched from the primary observation deck of Nexus Prime, his consciousness interfacing with a thousand sensors simultaneously. The readings made no sense. How could nothingness have velocity? How could the absence of existence possess strategy?
