Sunny stood in the absolute silence of the dark void, his violet eyes reflecting the shimmering light of the hundreds of multiverses floating before him like clusters of diamonds on a black velvet sheet.
The Domain of Negation had been pulled back into Allegra's soul, leaving these multiverses vulnerable and flickering.
"Let's start the harvest, shall we?" Sunny whispered, a faint, predatory smile touching his lips.
He didn't rush. He moved with the practiced grace of a gardener, flowing toward the first multiverse.
He reached out with his conceptual authority, his fingers grazing the boundary of the multiverse. With a rhythmic, pulsing glow, he began to fold the multiverses into his soul-space, integrating them one by one into the vast, expanding territory of his Inner World.
Every integration sent a shiver of power through his cosmic body; his hunger for the power was being satisfied, one galaxy at a time.
