Before the ice crystal fragments from the bursting Frostbone Compound Eye had even fully dissipated in the void, the collapse of the physical laws gripped the core of the battlefield like an invisible, giant hand. That newborn Return-to-Void Hole—a cavity hollowed out from the fundamental structure of the universe by the mixed torrent of contamination—issued a low, continuous roar, resembling the deep marrow resonance of a dying star. It was no longer just a battlefield, but a festering, suppurating wound on the body of the universe, spewing forth the tremors of structural collapse.
The freezing, ice-blue radiance of the Zero-Element Capture Net, along with the dark red, chaotic, fetal-moving flesh membrane locked tight within it, was gripped with irresistible force by the giant, gaping jaws of the Return-to-Void Hole's gravity. That ice-crystal logic net, which had previously gleamed with the order of absolute freezing, now shuddered violently in its structure. Under the overloads of the gravitational tearing, the billions of tiny ice crystal law nodes comprising it emitted almost imperceptible screams, the light net flickering uncertainly like dying fireflies. Meanwhile, the dark red flesh membrane pinned down by it—that terrifying tissue whose surface was covered with suction pores and crystals of solidified acid mist—pulsated violently under the dual squeeze of the suddenly loosened restraints and the pull toward the abyss. Every pulsation released high-heat, furnace-lik…
Chapter 112