The True Void was the only reality that mattered. It was the canvas upon which existence was painted.
By comparison, the place that six billion Gods and countless mortals called home was nothing more than a bubble.
It was a fragile pocket of warmth and laws floating in an ocean of chaos.
Yet, this bubble was colossal. It contained billions of multiverses, each one a web of billions of trillions of universes.
For a mortal, to travel across a single universe was an arduous feat, a journey that would consume lifetimes even with light-speed technology.
But for Gods? Such distance was like a joke, they could travel through galaxies like they are walking, covering a universe would be called running for them.
And currently, one such God was tearing through the fabric of the universe, fueled by the burning desire for revenge.
