The screen that had stretched across EVERY sky in the Universe shined once more and—
Four silhouettes stood within it—each too… vast to comprehend, yet somehow so clear that even mortals felt they could almost reach out and touch them.
And then—
The entire Universe fell silent.
A silent pressure was felt by all.
The pressure wasn't suffocating, neither did it press anyone down but…
But for some reason, instinctively, every being—no matter if they recognized the four… silhouettes they were seeing or not—felt one thing.
In their presence—
They weren't supposed to even breathe too loudly.
And it wasn't just the living—
The inanimate, the mountains, the earth, the oceans—
They all… stilled.
Every single world in the Universe—whether at the very edge, or in the middle—came to a perfect halt.
Even wars, no matter how big or small, no matter how critical of a moment it was—
It all stopped.
