That terrifying entity manifested for only a fraction of a second before the interior of the black hole plunged once again into a chaos of intertwined starlight and darkness, as if everything that had just happened were merely an illusion.
Yet Devereux knew it was no illusion.
His breathing quickened sharply, his heart gripped by an invisible, giant hand. An instinctive dread crawled up his spine and seeped into every single nerve.
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