The edge of existence did not make a single sound when it sealed shut behind him.
Neo stepped through the ruptured boundary of his unified universe, leaving the blinding golden perfection of Zenith Prime completely behind. He had ordered his generals to remain on the defensive line. He had ordered the Ancient Gods to guard the perimeter of their reality.
The Emperor of the Cosmos had chosen to enter the endless night entirely alone.
Right now, he stood suspended in a space that defied every law of reality he had just finished conquering.
This was not simply a dark room. This was not the vacuum of outer space. Even the Outer Fringe, the cosmic graveyard where he had slaughtered the Prime Deities, possessed the concepts of distance, gravity, and time. The Dark Universe possessed absolutely nothing. It was the primordial ocean of nonexistence.
