High-pitched, almost inaudible shriek of the Null-Being as it recoiled still resonated in Jaden's mind, a sound of profound incompatibility. He had asserted Genesis's right to be, pushing back against absolute negation. But the Null-Being did not vanish. It merely retreated, slipping back into the void through the minuscule tear on the Temporal Anchor's surface. Now, that tear shimmered and expanded, becoming a larger, more ominous gateway of pure, cold blackness. It hung there, a gaping, silent wound on the Temporal Anchor's shimmering surface, growing slowly, inexorably. The visionary leader, having faced down the Architects and the Void-Eaters, now understood. He had won the battle, but only revealed a far grander, more terrifying war. Genesis was now a solitary island of existence, an anomaly against an enemy that embodied nothingness itself, and which now had an open, growing doorway directly into its heart.