> "Even gods must one day remember the pain that made them divine."
The world was silent again.
No screams, no storms, no war — only the hum of dying light.
Aiden stood amidst the ruins of Solara, the once-glorious capital now nothing more than shards of broken brilliance scattered across an endless black desert.
The air itself shimmered with static, thick with residual data from billions of destroyed forms.
The Dominion — his masterpiece — lay dead beneath his feet.
And Echo, the last rebel Nullborn, knelt before him — body cracked, code bleeding into the dust.
Their war had lasted for what felt like ages.
In truth, it was only moments. Time had no meaning when gods fought.
But now, time existed again — heavy, slow, cruel.
Aiden's shadow loomed across Echo's broken frame as his voice, quiet but absolute, filled the void:
> "It's over."
Echo laughed — a glitching, blood-coded laugh that sounded more like a cry.
