The prompts of everything ending appeared without flourish or commentary, simple statements of fact that somehow carried more weight for their plainness.
Noah read them in silence, feeling the absence of that quadrillion-level power like a missing limb…phantom strength that his body remembered but could no longer access.
His two bodies positioned themselves back to back as they traversed through time, each gazing in opposite directions through the temporal flow.
The silence between them was heavy with unspoken understanding…they had tasted what they were working toward and found it both magnificent and terrifying.
Through this contemplative quiet, Khor's voice resonated with unusual gentleness.
"Why do you move with such drive, Outsider? You will always have another chance."
