The sensation was a terrible one.
The moment that everything about him was swallowed by the gray brilliance of the unknown frequency, he found himself shuttled across unknown distances as after that…he felt a sense of weightlessness as he was falling from the skies!
Skies.
When his eyes could see again, this was exactly what he saw, but… its texture seemed off.
Its color seemed off.
The very skies looked gray and without any brilliance, and his figure was shuttling through them speedily as he approached…an equally gray earth!
WHOOSH!
He felt the rough winds as he willed his weavings.
His weavings.
His…?!
There was absolutely no response.
No Mana. Ordinances. Absolutely nothing whatsoever!
"Master!"
Through the rough winds, he heard the voice of the Infiniverse Megalos Body that currently held in her hands…a round structure with intricate weavings and patterns nearly four times her size, with a few gaps contained within it.
