Lucien Dreamveil sat on his throne in the merged primordial void and metaphysical plane. The omniverse stretched infinitely in every direction, alive with possibilities, full of new life, new struggles, new victories waiting to be claimed. Even the heavens, once a rigid construct of rules and control, now pulsed with the quiet rhythm of freedom under his clone's Infinite Palace.
He leaned back, resting his elbows on the arms of the throne made from nothing, yet containing everything. A faint smile tugged at his lips, and he spoke—not to mortals, gods, or watchers, but to the readers themselves.
"Well… here we are. Finally. We've reached the end."
He closed his eyes, as if savoring a quiet, invisible moment.
"You've followed me from the beginning. You've seen monsters older than time, gods who wielded infinity as if it were a toy, and the collapse of worlds that you thought were untouchable. You've watched as the Sole Exception grew… as he became the True Sole Exception… as he reshaped existence itself, not for chaos, not for cruelty, but for balance, for potential, for freedom. And now, you've come to the very last page of this tale."
He paused, fingers steepled, and a soft laugh escaped him.
"You probably think this is the end of everything. That I've taken it all, reshaped it all, and left nothing behind. But that's the thing about stories… they never truly end. Not when there's a world to grow, a multiverse to explore, and a family to watch over."
The light of the merged primordial void shimmered across the expanse, reflecting off the infinite structures of the new cosmos, the countless doors leading to realms both mortal and divine. Arios trained on Aetherion, Lysera played at his side, Selene stood strong as ever, and the Dreamveil family prospered—all under Lucien's watchful eyes.
"The era of Gotterdammerung has begun. The laws are set. The mortals, the gods, the abstract, the heavens—they all have a framework now. But the story? The story is theirs. The challenges are theirs. The victories are theirs to claim. And I… I'll be here to see it. To ensure it grows into something interesting."
He leaned forward, gaze piercing directly into the metaphysical horizon, breaking the fourth wall once more.
"So, Reader… you've come a long way with me. You've seen everything I've done, every choice, every fight, every step of reshaping reality itself. And here it is—the end of this chapter, the end of this story… for now. There won't be another chance to see me this close, not like this, not for a while."
A subtle grin spread across his face.
"But don't worry. I'm not gone. I've left enough behind—laws, worlds, mortals, gods, possibilities—that even if you close this book, the echoes of this era will continue to ripple through everything. And maybe… just maybe… in another time, another place, you'll catch a glimpse of what happens next. The rise of Arios. The growth of Lysera. The unfolding of the Twilight of the Gods. And of course…"
He chuckled lightly, his tone softening, almost fatherly.
"…you'll see me too. Watching. Smiling. Making sure things stay… interesting."
The void pulsed around him, every color, every spark, every thread of existence responding to his presence. The multiverse stretched endlessly, alive in a way that only Lucien Dreamveil, The True Sole Exception, could have made possible.
"So… this is it. The story of the Sole Exception ends here. The prologue to the era of Gotterdammerung is complete. But the story of the mortals, the gods, and everything in between? That… is just beginning. And if you've enjoyed this journey, remember…"
He leaned back, arms spread wide across the throne of nothingness, and smiled directly at the reader.
"…I'm always here, somewhere, watching, waiting, and yes… enjoying every second of it."
A flash of white light surged across the omniverse, gentle yet omnipotent, as if the cosmos itself were breathing, alive and free. And with that, Lucien vanished from the central stage, leaving behind a flourishing existence, endless possibilities, and the first true dawn of the Gotterdammerung Era.
"The end… for now."