A fragile, hard-won peace settled over the Home Dimension. The air, for the first time in what felt like an eternity, did not taste of ozone or despair, but of clean, quiet resolution. The Reality Weave hummed steadily overhead, its silvery threads no longer thrashing in panic or flickering with corruption, but pulsing with a calm, coordinated rhythm. It was a network that had been tested in the fires of betrayal and overload, and had emerged stronger, more resilient.
