A decade has passed since the fall of the Celestial Palace.
Wang Chung stood at the edge of the World Forge, watching reality ripple. The skies were calm—but his heart was not.
> "Peace... is never permanent," he murmured.
Behind him, a tear opened in space—bleeding cold light and whispers.
A hand reached through. Not divine. Not mortal.
> "Void Sovereign…" a voice echoed, "you are not the end. You are the doorway."
And across the universe, something older than gods… opened its eyes.