The entire universe was falling.

But it wasn’t a physical fall.

The wild grass sprawling carelessly, the earth, the swaying wind, the sea holding its quiet position, the fragments of shattered buildings—everything was falling.

Not in form, but in essence.

Their nature, their very concepts, were plummeting to the bottom.

“What is this?”

Taesan murmured.

He could feel it.

Everything in the universe was descending—conceptually.

But he remained unaffected. The effects of this fall were trivial to someone like him. Those with a certain level of presence could ignore it with little effort.

Yet the same could not be said …