The death of the Karma Sovereign sent a violent metaphysical shudder through the absolute center of the Apex Realm.
The cosmic tear behind the remaining deities pulsed erratically. The harvested souls screamed loudly as the ritual destabilized.
"You dare!" a loud voice roared. It sounded exactly like the collision of tectonic plates.
The Sovereign of Space stepped forward.
He was a towering imposing figure. His physical form was draped in heavy cloaks made of compressed swirling nebulas.
Galaxies seemed to blink in and out of existence within the fabric of his robes.
He looked down at the shattered ice that used to be his peer. His face twisted into a mask of incomprehensible fury.
"You filthy localized glitch!" the Space Sovereign bellowed angrily. The air around him violently warped.
"You think because you killed that weaver of parlor tricks that you can stand against the physical dimensions themselves? I am Space! I am the canvas upon which you exist!"
