Seven days to oblivion had become seven years of impossibility.
Reed stood on the observation deck of the Dimensional Arbiter, watching as reality folded and unfolded around them like origami made of starlight and possibility. Through the transparent walls of their vessel, he could see the fruits of their desperate gambit—a network of allied realities that defied every law the multiverse had ever written.
"Still can't believe we pulled it off," Lyralei murmured beside him, her hand resting on his shoulder as she watched their children play in the ship's garden. At eight years old, Axis and Nexus had learned to control their reality-shaping abilities with a precision that would have been terrifying if not for their unwavering moral compass.
The Final Convergence Protocol should have erased Valdris-Prime from existence. Instead, it had inadvertently catalyzed something unprecedented: the birth of the first truly multiversal civilization in recorded history.
