Rupture [1]

*swoosh* As Zhao Tian felt his body being pulled apart, a burning, searing pain coursed through every nerve in his body.

His mind, half-focused, could barely process the sight of his right arm being torn away.

Blood floated like crimson mist in the zero-gravity, dissipating into the chaotic space around him. 

"Rughh!" His right arm had already been torn away, and his vision was growing dim from the loss of blood and the immense strain his body was under.

Through the fog of pain, a desperate idea began to form in his mind.

The rupture was a chaotic force of space energy, an element he has a bit of comprehension of. 

Clenching his teeth, Zhao Tian focused all of his remaining strength, to concentrate on the rupture's chaotic currents, attempting to decipher the patterns within the distortion.

It was like trying to tame a hurricane, but he had no other choice.