He clears the anomaly before him with a simple swipe of his hand, his thought as light as air: erase.

His power and control over the Void State realm are not to be taken lightly. He is not to be underestimated. Despite the lack of life around him, it feels like home—comfortably empty, in the pitch black.

Raul moves through his routine, one he has followed for thousands, perhaps even centuries, without falter. Then, suddenly, a voice shatters his concentration, and his gaze flickers behind him.