Neo stood on the wide stone balcony of the Genesis Palace. Below him, ten thousand star systems turned in a clear, endless sky. The stars glowed in perfect, unbroken circles. This was Multiverse Prime. It was not a conquered territory. It was the absolute reality he had built directly from his own essence.
His three wives stood beside him. Noir sat on a conjured throne of black glass, filing her nails with a shard of concentrated dark matter. Moon hovered a few inches above the stone floor, her eyes closed in deep meditation. Zestia leaned against the balcony railing, tapping her armored fingers against the white marble.
Lyra, Neo's eldest daughter, stood closest to the gateway. She wore a simple silver dress that caught the starlight. She had helped him organize the foundational laws of this new realm, but today she was just a sister waiting for her family.
Today, the rest of Neo's bloodline would finally join them.
