Suddenly, piece by piece, the system space began to collapse. Rex stood there, watching the room—the one he had spent countless years inside—disintegrate into glowing particles. The bed, the desk, the walls—everything disintegrated like sand slipping through invisible fingers, leaving nothing but an endless void.
Then, without warning, the fabric of that nothingness twisted.
A black hole tore open in the darkness—silent, immense, and terrifying.
Before he could react, it pulled him in with a force that defied logic.
His body twisted unnaturally, sensations spiraling out of control. It was like being trapped in a cosmic washing machine—his limbs stretched, his mind disoriented, reality spinning violently around him. His stomach lurched. His thoughts blurred. For a terrifying instant, he wasn't sure if he was still alive—or if he'd ever existed at all.
He couldn't breathe, couldn't think and couldn't even scream for help.
And then—
