The knowledge was imprinted right into his soul...
It was strange, muddled, and it filled him with a sense of existential dread he didn't know was possible.
Dread that nearly had his heart beating right out of his chest.
Like he was staring right at the vastness of the void beyond the skies where the stars hung sallow.
But it was also soothing and calming. Almost lethally so...
It formed a strange contrast and then a balance.
Nero saw himself swimming in an ocean of stars. The darkness of the void was all around him, but their light dimmed it all.
It was warm and soothing. But the coldness of the void was still ever present.
Just when he thought it would last forever, a sharp pain jolted him away from the feeling.
His eyes widened and his veins popped.
The pain came from his chest.
And the moment it appeared, it only increased.
'Shit.'
A guttural cry of pain tore from his throat as the pain intensified, pushing the bounds between what was supposed to be possible.
