He looked up to where a celestial light hovered like a too-close star. Its shape was ever-morphing, edges in constant fluctuation. And despite its brightness, it did nothing to illuminate the void. He glanced below his feet to where a sphere of blackness—a shade so dark no human eye should have been able to detect it—lurked in the depths, making the void seem gray in comparison. These two entities were what pulled at Bryson, barring the lateral protest of his feet.
The Empires?
