The void shimmered like stretched glass as Rey drifted through the absence of all things, guided by the voice of the cat-like being beside him.
The vast sea of blackness, once static and unmoving, now pulsed with faint ripples—subtle distortions in the nothingness.
They marked the presence of power. The beginning of something new.
"Focus," the entity said, its tails forming intricate patterns in the air. "You must build above, not within. A new layer cannot exist as a parasite. It must be sovereign."
Rey closed his eyes, and in the darkness behind his eyelids, he stretched his senses far and wide. His Primeval Skills—Destruction, Knowledge, Death, Life, and all the others—flickered at the edges of his fading consciousness.
The embers of a once-immense power.
It was enough for now.
He raised his hands, his voice like thunder within the quiet:
"Let there be a new plane."
Golden rings spun around his arms, and the void itself trembled.
A crack appeared—then another.
