A second can be an eternity depending on one's perception of time. For a Void-tier curse master, however, a single second was more than enough to accomplish what ordinary beings could not achieve in minutes.
Yet when the curse corpse megalodon opened its mouth, all Galen saw was endless darkness. Then, before he could even react, the battlefield vanished.
He found himself standing knee-deep in thick corpse oil beneath a pitch-black sky illuminated by two bright full moons, suspended above, opposite to one another. Their pale light reflected across the oily surface, creating rippling silver patterns that stretched endlessly into the darkness. The air was deathly still, carrying the faint scent of decay and something far older that Galen couldn't quite identify.
