The sensation of falling was not accompanied by the rush of wind or the pull of gravity. Instead, Sagiri plummeted through a boundless cosmic expanse of pitch-black emptiness, where space folded inward upon itself in endless geometric patterns.
Around him, monumental hexagonal planes of iridescent obsidian floated in the void, their edges glowing with cold silver light. Every facet of the colossal crystal walls reflected fragments of lost eras, flickering like distant stars trapped within a subterranean sky.
Deep within his spiritual core, the five absorbed relics flared in violent agitation. The Golden Spear, the Beast Horn, the Living Stone Hammer, the Silver Mask, and Nokai burned like trapped stars, threatening to rip his soul into separate pieces.
