Inside the spatial rift, the maelstrom raged like the wrath of an ancient god. The void stretched endlessly, a realm of absolute chaos where the laws of reality were obliterated. Light existed only in brief, furious flashes—bolts of lightning crackling from above and below, their electric arcs streaking across the darkness. Each strike illuminated the battlefield in fragments, revealing the twisted, swirling storms of shadow and light.
The rain of lightning was relentless, hammering down like divine judgment, carving jagged paths through the void and leaving trails of searing brilliance. Thunder followed each flash, its deafening roar reverberating in the emptiness, a sound so powerful it felt like it could shatter the soul.