Far beyond the multiverse…
The Crimson Sovereign opened its eyes.
Its chains were broken.
Not by strength.
By irrelevance.
"He does not oppose me,"
"He does not rebel,"
"He does not kneel…"
For the first time, the Sovereign understood.
Erevan was not an enemy.
He was a replacement.
And something worse than anger spread through the void.
Dread.