"Infinite Shift."
As Void said everything around it started to became nothing.
An empty space erupted around them. A pocket dimension. A place where nothing existed. No air. No sound. No motion at all
A pure emptiness.
The punches of Marcus stopped.
Not because Marcus wanted them to but because in this space, motion itself didn't exist.
Marcus looked around. Confused for the first time.
"I can't sense anything in your space."
"It's because there's nothing in this space." Void's voice came from everywhere and nowhere.
"So I just need to escape from it to beat you"
"Escape from it, Did you left your brain in your home or what"
"Ok , Go on , Escape from it, It's not that big. But from inside? It's infinite for you."
"An infinite space?" Marcus's confusion shifted to interest. "New information for me. I didn't know my information was limited inside the—"
He stopped.
Looked at his body.
"Something is happening to me."
"It's eating you." Void's voice flat. Matter-of-fact. "Dumbass."
"Aren't you too cold for using this word on a lady?"
Marcus's voice shifted. Playful. Pouting.
"Lady?" Void's form flickered. "Who do you think is a lady here? because I'm not seeing anyone."
"Come on, idiot. Just chill."
"As I thought." Marcus sighed. "You're weak. If I compare you to those I know? Yeah. You're weak."
"Wait." Void's voice sharpened. "How can you even talk in my domain?"
"Your two men? Are you gay by any chance?"
"I said DOMAIN, not two men. You son of—"
"Hey hey hey hey." Marcus held up his hands. "Void. Calm down. Idiot."
His body was deteriorating now. Being consumed by the infinite emptiness.
"As you can see," he continued, casual as ever, "it's eating my body. My energy. And still I'm talking like an idiot."
"You're pissing me off again."
Void's voice deepened.
"Dumb-ass, Void"
"[MACKSEL]."
The black holes appeared out of nowhere and everywhere.
Not some kind of metaphors but actual black holes, forming in the infinite emptiness, their event horizons spreading, their gravity warping everything—even nothing.
Marcus watched them form. Approaching slowly. Inevitably.
"Are you creating black holes or what?"
"Indeed." Void's voice was tired now. Strained. "You have a brain, circus."
"Whats with that name , Puny Void"
"I haven't breathed for maybe five minutes." Marcus grinned.
"Thank you for your technique, Void."
The black holes came closer.
"Hey, Void."
Marcus's voice was quieter now.
"I have something for your dear father."
"I have no father."
"Weren't you calling our captain as your dad?"
A pause.
"He is my dad. Not my father."
"Eh?."
The silence stretched. Both of them ignoring the black holes approaching. Both of them focused on something else entirely.
"You idiot!." Marcus shook his head. "They're the same thing."
He took a deep breath—pointless, since there was no air, but habit dies hard.
Pulled something from his pocket.
A card. Made of tough metal. Something written on it.
"Could you give this to your father?"
Void stared at it.
"Why would I care about a lowly creature like you?"
"You don't have to care about me." Marcus smiled. Soft. Genuine. "Just give it to your father."
Void was silent.
The seriousness in his form... diminished.
"Fine. I'll take it as your last wish."
He took the card.
The atmosphere was silent.
The black holes made no sound. Nothing in this space made sound. Just emptiness and light and two beings watching each other across infinite nothing.
"I'm coming to you soon."
Marcus's voice was barely a whisper now.
"To show you my new technique."
A pause.
He smiled.
"Dumbass."
The black holes consumed him.
Fully.
Completely.
He was gone.
Or ceased to exist.
Now Void is sole existance floated in the emptiness. Alone now.
"What a weirdo." His voice was quiet. Genuinely confused. "Who smiles when they're going to die?"
A whisper answered.
From nowhere. From everywhere. From somewhere deep in his own existence.
"That is probably us, *******."
And then—
A picture.
Not summoned. Not created. Just... there. In his memory. In his core.
A female. Humanoid. Like it—like Void—but different. Softer. Brighter.
And beside her, another figure. Also like it. Also humanoid void.
They were holding something.
A baby.
Crying.
Smiling.
Both of them. Crying and smiling at once. Holding that tiny form like it was the most precious thing in all of existence.
"Who was that?"
Void's voice cracked.
"Why are they smiling? Why are they crying? Who are they?"
The image faded.
But the question remained.
"They... look like me."
His eyes—those two points of light in his void form—glowed bright blue.
"What are those visuals? Did someone insert them? Is that bastard doing this?"
Rage. Confusion. Something deeper.
"I'll kill you, Marcus!."
His pocket dimension began shrinking.
Seems like Infinite Shift was reaching its limit. Even he couldn't maintain it forever.
"Looks like my Infinite Shift has reached its limit."
The pocket dimension vanished.
Water started to hit him from all sides—the ocean, released from its non-existence, rushing back to fill the empty space.
He flew upward. Broke the surface of water. Shot toward the ship where Namaska waited.
The sky was normalizing. The sea currents stabilizing and the world returning to what it should be.
Namaska watched him approach.
"So it's over, huh?"
A thought. Private. Heavy.
"Why didn't you come earlier, Void?"
Void landed on the ship.
"Dad." His voice flat. "Another weakling died."
Namaska looked at him. Really looked.
"Weaklings? Huh." A pause. "The only weakling here is you, Void."
Void's form flickered.
"You don't know how to connect with other beings. You don't know how they think about you. You just... you just want to crush them."
He stepped closer.
"Come on, Void. This is so childish. If you ask my point of view?.....The only weakling is going to be you. Only YOU!!."
"Dad!"
Frustration. Anger. Something beneath both.
Void threw the card at Namaska's feet.
"Now you're on your own. I don't care if you die in this sea or not."
He flew away.
Didn't look back.
Namaska watched him go.
Then looked down.
The card lay at his feet. Metal. Tough. Words written on it.
He picked it up.
"Huh. Void, what is this?"
But Void was already gone.
He read the card.
One word.
"HI"
Namaska stared at it.
"That idiot." A smile tugged at his lips. "He's gone, huh?"
He checked that card again.
"It can't be her"
He looked around at the wreckage. The bodies. The blood. The end of everything.
[ LOCATION UNKNOWN. CURRENT TIME.]
"F—CKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"
A female's scream echoed through empty space.
"Fighting with that Void was FUN!"
She was laughing. Dancing in front of a big monitor. Her white hair flying everywhere, messy, wild. The Blue eyes bright with something between madness and joy.
"Thanks, Mundene Creature."
She smiled. Creepy. Wide. Eyes glowing.
"For this chance."
A pause.
She threw herself on the bed.
"It's been seven years, huh?"
She stands up and went near the mirror.
She looked at her reflection.
"I'm finally back, idiots."
She shouted at no one.
At everyone.
At the universe itself.
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