Time passed in the quiet of the floating bed.
Eventually, we both rose.
I created a simple set of dark clothes with a thought.
She did the same, reforming her combat attire into something cleaner and sharper than before, though it still hugged her figure closely.
The golden blood and other traces of our earlier activities had been cleaned away with a casual use of authority.
Now we stood facing each other once more in the middle of the ruined cosmic battlefield.
I held both of my swords, the Heaven Swallowing Sword in my left hand, the Midnight Sword in my right.
Across from me, the Creator Woman held a single weapon of her own: a long, elegant spear made of pure purple chaotic energy, its tip gleaming like a collapsed star.
The weapon pulsed in rhythm with her aura, the same ominous purple energy from before now fully restored around her body.
Neither of us spoke at first.
The space between us felt heavier than before.
