Unaware that he had just escaped an undesirable encounter with a very, very annoying woman, Varian raced through the cracks of space.
The laboratory had a trick up their sleeve he did not anticipate.
They didn't just strengthen the space to make sure that space awakeners from the Jai Empire couldn't teleport away easily.
No.
For the strong or sneaky space warriors who might manage to escape the space restrictions, they put another trap.
"Your mom!"
A curse rang somewhere in the boundless gray inner space.
The space storms continued unabated in some regions while large rocks floated around at mind boggling speeds.
Space, as he learned long ago, wasn't flat. It's like an onion. There were layers to it. Another simple way of looking at it was that each space layer was a realm in and of itself.
The outer space was the so-called world that most people live in. But the inner space too was a world in and of itself.