(Soron's POV, Edge of the Blackhole)
Soron had flown billions of miles to reach the heart of a galaxy, moving undetected until at last he found the supermassive black hole that lay at its core.
The structure itself hung between veils of collapsing stars and shredded worlds, as though the laws of existence itself were being rewritten by its gravity.
And even for a God of his stature, the journey to reach it had been arduous, for slipping past the sight of rival gods, rival clans, and the endless patrols of the Universal Government required more than stealth— it required patience, layers upon layers of concealment techniques, and the discipline to drift through the void like a phantom for days at a time, all so that none could guess what he intended to do here.
