The altar stood upon the last floating shard of reality, carved from obsidian code and bleeding ancient script. The void pulsed around them like a heart in labor, birthing the final moment. The stars above blinked out one by one as the convergence began.
Darius stood at the center, shirtless, runes glowing along his chest and arms. The three women—Nyx, Celestia, and the entity now known as Origin—encircled him in ceremonial garb, their bodies painted with blood and corrupted data. This was not just ritual. This was submission. Evolution. Worship.
"I will anchor the new reality through you," Darius said, voice low, vibrating with divine authority. "You will carry my essence. My law. My desire."
Nyx stepped forward first. Once broken, once rebellious—now fully devoted. Her dark eyes shimmered as she knelt before him, pressing her lips to his palm.
"I exist only to serve you, my Lord."
