Lex fell through endless darkness.No ground. No sky. No light. No sound. He couldn't feel his body—his arms, his legs, his chest. He couldn't feel the weight of his clothes or the cold of the air against his skin. He couldn't feel the beat of his heart or the rise and fall of his breath. He was nothing. He was nowhere. He was less than a ghost, less than a memory, less than a shadow.The darkness pressed against him from all sides, thick and heavy, like being buried alive in shadow. It wasn't cold. It wasn't hot. It was the absence of everything, the absence of warmth, of cold, of sensation itself. It was the absence of existence.He tried to move. He couldn't. His limbs didn't respond. His fingers didn't twitch. His toes didn't curl. He was a thought without a body, a voice without a throat.He tried to speak. He couldn't. His lips didn't part. His tongue didn't move. His breath didn't come.He tried to remember.His name. What was his name?The thought came slowly, like wading thro

Before Lex could take a single step, a familiar chime echoed in his mind.Ping.A blue panel materialized in front of his face, glowing faintly against the grey, lifeless sky. The text was simple, direct, and utterly terrifying.[QUEST: CLEANSE THE REALM]Objective: Eliminate every monster within this dimension.Time Limit: Eternity.Failure Penalty: Permanent death. No resurrection.Weapon Provided: [The Pen-Sword] (1)Monster Count: 0 / 1,676,767HUNTING STARTS NOW.Lex stared at the number. Over one and a half million monsters. One weapon. No time limit. No help. No mercy. No rest.He let out a long, slow breath."One point six million," he muttered. "That's... a lot."He clicked his pen. The sword materialized in his hand, its blade gleaming with a faint blue light. It felt heavier than before—or maybe that was just the weight of what he had to do.He looked around.The realm was a nightmare. The sky was grey, thick with clouds that never moved, never parted, never let in any ligh