While Netik found himself suffering from the past inflictions from over a trillion years ago, it was being who had lived far longer than that.
One who found herself looking utterly appalled.
The Mother floated silently above the vast, radiant Primordial Ocean she had created.
Its surface shimmered with endless streams of pure creative essence, a living sea of concepts and possibilities that stretched endlessly beneath her.
The white expanse around her was calm, almost peaceful — a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her mind.
In front of her, a projection of Ash's message played on a loop. She had watched it countless times already, her expression growing darker with each repetition.
"Mommy... there's a new Daddy in town now. So just hang tight until I've got time for you."
The Mother's radiant eyes narrowed slightly.
"Daddy?" She muttered under her breath as the term was completely foreign to her.
