The skies above Fracturefront turned into a tempest of paradox and possibility.
Kael, reborn and whole, stood at the heart of the Convergence. Around him, echoes of himself from other realities floated like constellations—each glowing with the hue of its origin timeline. One wore armor forged in solar furnaces, another crackled with chronomantic energy. They were not ghosts or illusions. They were choices Kael had made, realities he had lived.
The Firstbreaker struck first.
It came not with fire or blade, but with unmaking—a wave of dark probability that consumed matter, erasing cause and effect in its path. Reality pixelated around its edges as it slithered toward the altar where Kael stood.
Astra raised her staff. "Shielding now!"
The Core Ring glowed, repelling the Firstbreaker's entropy. But it was adapting fast. Already the sky tore open above the battlefield, revealing thousands of dying stars falling like raindrops through cracked firmament.
Then the Architect unleashed its fury.
Crystalline warships emerged from folds in spacetime, symmetrical and perfect, raining concentrated logic beams across the battlefield. Time snapped into ordered loops, trying to erase all chaos in its radius.
Elara stirred, half-conscious, her body still bonded to the Drift Core. Kael appeared beside her in an instant, kneeling.
"You still with me?" he asked, gently.
"Only… barely," she whispered. "They're not fighting each other. They're fighting you."
"I know."
Kael rose.
"Then let's give them something they can't predict."
He stretched out both hands. One toward the Architect. The other toward the Firstbreaker.
"Enough."
The echoes responded. In a synchronized pulse, each one channeled their unique timeline's essence through Kael. Firestorms. Starlight. Shadows. Time. Dream. Code. All merged through him. Kael's body became a living convergence point.
The Firstbreaker hissed. The Architect recoiled.
Together, they launched a final joint attack—entropy and order merged into a devastating reality-rend beam.
Kael stepped into it.
For a moment, the multiverse blinked. Then… Kael pushed back.
He didn't resist with force—but with understanding.
"You were never enemies," he whispered. "You are the ends of the same spectrum. But I am the center."
Light exploded outward.
The realm lit up with color and chaos and music and silence. Every spectrum. Every contradiction. Balanced.
And then, like waves finally cresting, the Architect and the Firstbreaker cracked.
Their forms shattered into fragments of potential, scattering into the void. Their war—ages long—was over.
Fracturefront fell quiet.
And Kael stood alone in the center of the altar, holding both ends of infinity in his hands.