Support. The best kind of support arrived at the best time.
The kind that didn't need explanation, negotiation, or desperate begging. The kind that came when the sky was cracking apart, when the world beneath my feet felt like it was one bad breath away from splitting open, and when three moon-sized abominations were falling toward us with enough force to turn Solarous from a battlefield into a memory. I had been holding together too many things with too little mind for far too long, and the moment those familiar auras descended, my first reaction wasn't relief.
It was disbelief.
The Suns of the beyond came with all their flaring auras and their might to a world that should have been doomed from existence.
Their arrival wasn't like reinforcements marching into battle. It was closer to watching several natural disasters decide, collectively, that they were on your side.
Space bent under their descent.
