"Basically," Ash said, leaning back further against the tree.
He'd come such a long way, tearing down civilizations, toppling worlds, and even unraveling entire realities.
Now that the final stage was finally in sight, there was no way he was going to stop.
That just wasn't going to happen—no, it couldn't happen.
Everything had to fall, just as he had vowed over and over again.
And when it was all over, there would be only one existence left standing.
Pantheos.
The two owls fell into a stunned silence, their golden eyes wide as they processed the weight of his words.
The white owl's feathers ruffled violently, his talons gripping the branch so tightly that tiny cracks formed in the wood.
His sister, the darker owl, remained more composed on the surface, but her gaze was fixed on Ash with a mix of disbelief and dawning horror.
The white owl hooted softly, his voice trembling.
