The resonance of the collapsed Nexus of Nullity did not simply fade into the grey mists of the Great Chaos. It backwashed through the siphons like a tidal wave of reclaimed history, flooding the five saved universes with a sudden, violent restoration of their stolen timelines.
Within the bridge of the Void-Drifter, Aegis felt the weight of this restoration. He was no longer just a Tier 22 pillar of his own universe; he had become a conduit for the collective relief of five entire universes.
"Arlan, your physical form is flickering," Bella said, her hands glowing with a soft, stabilizing frost as she pressed them against his chest.
"You are trying to occupy five different versions of the present simultaneously. You must let go of the other universes. They are stable now. They don't need you to hold their hands anymore."
