The Tesseract was designed to be an inescapable prison. The spatial laws within the geometric box were entirely dictated by the Silverleaf Patriarch.
Gravity shifted every microsecond. It pulled Arthur's internal organs in six different directions at once. The physical dimensions folded endlessly. If he threw a punch forward, his fist would merely appear behind his own head.
It was a masterpiece of Apex-tier spatial magic. It was capable of holding a Divine Lord until they starved to death or their mind snapped.
Arthur Sterling, however, was not a normal Divine Lord. He was a corporate liquidator. He knew exactly how to dismantle a badly structured contract.
He didn't waste energy attacking the invisible walls. He simply closed his eyes and let the hostile spatial energy wash over his Dimensional Breaker Physique. His body naturally resisted the crushing gravity. His dense muscles hummed as they absorbed the sheer kinetic stress of the shifting environment.
