And behind them…
Something darker stirred.
Something vast. Patient. Ancient.
Something that had waited for the exact moment when the Ancient One's guard would drop.
The multiverse's new god—Riley—was only seconds into his reign… and already under siege.
"I just got here," he whispered bitterly. "Give me a minute to breathe, damn it."
But the attack had begun.
The realm trembled as the vanguard breached the boundary, sending shockwaves through spacetime.
Planets rippled. Stars flickered. The sky bled light.
A storm was coming.
And Riley, for all his newfound power, would have to decide—would he fight to protect this throne? Or abandon it like the one before him?
Either way, there was no going back now.
"Let's test this," Riley muttered, his voice low and steady as he stepped forward.
The space around him shimmered, folded, and warped like water pulled down a drain.
