[Samael Ashwood's POV]
A heavy silence fell over the battlefield as the weight of the System's announcement settled on my shoulders. My mind raced, a hundred thoughts colliding at once. Ashwood Paradox—the name of the new worldline, the very essence of what had just transpired. I had rewritten fate, altered destinies, and shattered the delicate threads of the plot I had been thrust into.
But there was no time to dwell on it. Not yet.
The air crackled with the last remnants of power, a quiet that hung thick with the anticipation of the unknown. The familiar hum of the System faded into the background as I turned to look at my companions. They had all felt the shift, the change in the atmosphere, but it was Nyxara who drew my attention first. She stood tall, her wings folded against her back, her presence now so much more than before. She was no longer just a familiar — she was a force in her own right, a power that surpassed anything I had anticipated.
