The Dimensional Horror had not merely retreated; it had folded itself into the negative space of the multiverse, leaving behind a wake of "Narrative Erosion" that even the Reality Gods could not easily repair.
For Aegis, now a Tier 50 Source-Warrior, the victory felt like a momentary reprieve in a war that had existed since the first ink hit the first page. He stood upon the probability-floor of the Great Atelier, his golden armor shimmering with the trapped light of a thousand suns, but his eyes were fixed on the "Primal Void" where the Mother of Eaters had vanished.
Inside the Void-Verse, the atmosphere was one of frantic, creative preparation. The Dodeca-Verse was no longer a civilian sanctuary; it had become the "Command Sector" of a growing multiversal alliance.
