The halos behind the three Wardens did not simply melt. They detonated.
The divine limiters, designed specifically to protect the fragile fabric of the lower dimensions from the sheer mass of their existence, dissolved into streams of boiling golden vapor. The cavern at the bottom of the Sea of Screaming Mercury could no longer contain them.
The metaphysical weight of the three Prime Deities expanding into their True Forms instantly vaporized the glass bedrock.
Aethel, the Warden of Absolute Stasis, lost his humanoid shape entirely. His supernova armor expanded outward, fracturing into a sprawling constellation of frozen timelines.
He became a towering silhouette of pure cosmic frost, his body composed of billions of crystalline stars locked in permanent suspension.
