Face To Snout
The three of us hurtled through the air, propelled by the sheer force of the Wisest Sun's mastery over the laws of the universe. He didn't just bend the rules of space to his will—he shattered them. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp around him, folding in on itself to create a path that defied the natural order. The world became a blur of distorted colors and shapes, all of which melded into the infinite void of his power. His Law wasn't merely about flight; it was about removing anything that dared slow him down.
We weren't just flying; we were cutting through reality itself.