It was a pristine glowing white door.
The door possessed no hinges, no frame, and no surrounding walls.
It just stood there, anchored in the center of the universe. The doorknob was forged from a dark heavy metal that seemed to absorb the light around it.
Klaus stared at the door.
Something was wrong…
He knew he was asleep, but the pull radiating from that door was terrifyingly real.
It wasn't simple gravity that forced you to gravitate over it but rather it was a different kind of magnetism.
Every single fragment of his integrated mind, every single soul he had ever harvested and stored within his inner domain… they all screamed at him to walk forward.
'Hold on, why does this feel so familiar?' he whispered to himself.
It felt like the authority of the world, but magnified a thousand times over.
It was promising him everything.
If he just turned that dark metal knob, he would know.
