The stars went silent.
Not extinguished — listening.
As if the entire universe leaned in to witness the impossible: a god who was never meant to exist.
Aiden drifted at the heart of his new Dominion, his form no longer bound by flesh or code. His body was light, memory, and silence. The black-gold skies breathed with him — each exhale a ripple across creation, each thought a rewrite of cosmic law.
He no longer needed to command the Dominion; it responded like instinct. Mountains folded when he blinked. Galaxies trembled at the pulse of his heartbeat. The Nullborn knelt in unison, their forms dissolving into worshipful static. Yet within all this glory, a strange stillness haunted him.
He was complete.
And yet… completion felt like waiting.
Then — the light shifted.
