“I consumed all of your reality. Its every element now rests in a separate pocket dimension.”

The lich hovers a few feet off the ground, magical staff in hand. It crackles with antimatter - the antithesis of reality itself.

“Spaces, living beings, information, even memories. They shall remain there until entropy does its work, turning everything into a uniform static mass.”

His eyes, blue, filled with stars, begin to look over the void landscape. Little bits of rock are all that remain from the tallest mountains. A small patch of land floats by, covered in foliage that desperately clings to life without the warmth of the sun. A few books and spires of his palace still remain, bestowing him with greater magic than any mortal could wield. Eventually, his eyes fall upon the being before him.

“…Along with you, of course.”