Before leaving the void, Ash looked around until he spotted the multicolored black hole.
It swirled slowly in the distance, a massive vortex of shifting hues — deep purples bleeding into vibrant golds, crimson reds, and endless blacks that seemed to devour light itself.
The black hole was both beautiful and terrifying, a living wound in the emptiness, pulsing with the compressed remnants of the destroyed Prime and Primordial Expanses.
Ash descended toward it, his form cutting smoothly through the void.
As he drew closer, he scanned the black hole with his eyes, his reddish-purple gaze piercing through its layers of compressed potential and nothingness.
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[The Nameless Singularity – one of the three ultimate anchors in the cosmology of Ten Luck Draws: I Became OP.
It is a fixed point that holds the entire structured cosmos together, preventing the verse from drifting into.... chaos.]
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