The distance was incomprehensible.
The void between them stretched across existence itself, so vast that even the greatest of gods—beings who reigned over stars, who bent galaxies to their will—could barely perceive the separation. From where the dragon had fallen to where she had struck was a chasm large enough to swallow entire multiverses.
Yet, to them—to these two incomprehensible beings—it was nothing.
A step. A breath.
Even though to Pyris, the gulf between them felt endless, stretching further than he could ever comprehend, they might as well have been standing a mere few paces apart. The very concept of distance broke in their presence. Time? Space? Meaningless.
And then, the dragon roared.
It wasn't sound. It wasn't just power.
It was truth.
A force that tore through all creation, a voice so immense that even beings on the furthest edges of existence—those who had never laid eyes on these two—felt it shake their souls.
