Six months.
That was all it took for half of the Universe to vanish from the outer skies and reappear in the eternal cosmos of Igaris's inner world.
What others would call annihilation, he called preservation. Galaxies folded like parchment, only to be reborn within his dominion. Black holes, those gluttons of existence, were consumed and reshaped, their crushing hunger transformed into a pillar of his strength. Nebulae collapsed like fragile veils, only to blossom again within his realm as gardens of eternal starlight. Each planet, each sun, each cosmic fragment he drew into himself did not perish, but became part of an unending sanctuary, safe from the decay of time.
And so, his power grew with every heartbeat.
