Falling across the boundary between dimensions had never felt like flying.It felt more like being chewed apart by a colossal grinder made of shattered glass and static noise.Oliver plunged downward, tearing through layer after layer of fractured reality.Cosmic colors, neon violet, corrupted green, and blood red, exploded across his vision, slashing against his skin at the speed of light. He couldn't scream. The Berserk Mode that had consumed his mind atop Nox-Machina still controlled his vocal cords, locking his jaw into a distorted digital growl.The Joker Virus in his chest raged wildly, searching for something to devour, but inside this Void tunnel, there was nothing except empty space.Then gravity seized him.Not the artificial gravity of a planet, but the pull of an absolute center of mass, as though it were the universe's final drain.Oliver looked down.The colors of the dimensional corridor suddenly faded, washed away by a single color that swallowed his entire vision.Gra