When an existence touches the absolute borders of another VERSE entirely, the physical Existence actively struggles to hold its shape.
Noah remained seated upon his bloody throne of crimson gold Sanguine Mana, his chin resting on his fist as he looked down at the tearing sky of THE Serenaros. He did not issue a command. He simply observed the horrific, impossible physics of a lifeform whose attributes had just been artificially inflated past fifty!
The mutated Arbiter did not move through the air. His flickering, transparent form simply updated its position, bypassing the space between points entirely.
He appeared directly in the center of Mahishasura's formation. Dozens of jagged, unhinged mouths snapped open across his chest, and his terrifying Intent erupted. It imposed his own illusory Pantheonic Dimension directly onto the physical surroundings.
Gravity inverted instantly. The flow of time thickened into a suffocating, gelatinous sludge.
