[Neo's POV]
The final system notification chimed within the absolute silence of my mind.
[Eradication Complete.]
[Old Cosmic Architecture: Deleted.]
[Multiversal Canvas: Blank.]
I sat upon the throne of solidified white light on the command deck of the Apex Horizon. I looked out into the infinite expanse. The void was no longer a terrifying abyss. It was exactly what the system interface claimed it to be. It was a blank canvas awaiting my brush.
My children returned to me. The one hundred Genesis Behemoths slid out of the remaining dimensional rifts. Their supercluster sized jaws were dripping with the digested remnants of rebellious galaxies and dead gods.
They had consumed the chaotic mess of the old reality. They coiled their massive serpentine bodies around my flagship, waiting for their next command. I raised a hand and willed them to rest. They instantly dissolved back into pure red dark matter, flowing obediently into the pulsating Dominator Core within my chest.
