Back on the side of existence, there was little left of the eighteen True Realities.
With Nia unleashing her relentless onslaught, Ouroboros set free, and the other heirs making their moves, the devastation was immense.
Now, only two remained—Reality Four, the strongest of them all, and Reality One, the oldest.
Yet even now, Reality Four seemed dangerously close to joining the others in ruin, as if some force strong enough could gaze into the literal void between the True Realities.
This void was no mere stretch of space—it was something older, more primal than even Nonexistence and Existence themselves.
After all, even those two needed a home, didn't they?
And if one could see it, they would witness billions of beings—some towering thousands of feet high, others spanning light years—surrounding the Reality… or perhaps more accurately, breaking their way in.
