Neo stood solitary amidst the newly cleansed sphere of absolute perfection. The glowing seed of the fallen Titan dissolved into his open palm, sending a tidal wave of pure celestial essence rushing into his Divine Crucible. The sheer volume of power would have ruptured the soul of any lesser deity.
But, for Neo, it merely served as an appetizer.
The Great Abyss, known to the ancient cosmic scholars as the Grand Reality, trembled. The shockwave of the Titan meeting its end echoed across the infinite graveyard of shattered realms. Billions of Multiversal Overlords, hiding within their corrupted pocket dimensions and fortresses of rotting stars, felt the exact moment their strongest brethren were unmade.
Panic, an emotion completely foreign to entities that had ruled unchallenged for countless eons, infected the cosmos.
