The plan was set. It was a terrible plan, but it was the only one they had. They were going to put a supernova in a box. Ryan, who was quickly becoming the universe's go-to guy for doing impossible, reality-breaking things, gave the order.
"Let's do it," he said, his voice calm and steady on the holographic bridge.
He became the focal point for the most complicated, most powerful, and most ridiculously over-the-top bit of cosmic engineering in history. He stood on the bridge of his ship, the "Odyssey," but his mind was back in the chamber of the Reality Loom. He reached out and took hold of the shimmering, multi-colored threads of spacetime, ready to become the weaver.
But he didn't have enough power on his own. He was the artist, but he needed more paint.
