The end did not arrive with a fanfare.
It simply ceased to exist, like a long-held breath finally released into the quiet of the night.
Across the expanse of the Primordial Battlefield, the earth itself seemed to exhale. Mountains that had walked like men returned to their ancient stillness, their granite limbs crumbling into harmless, inert rock. Fissures that had bled emerald light sealed themselves shut as the crust mended.
Gravity, once a weapon of the Sovereign, normalized into a gentle, familiar pull. The oppressive, soul-crushing weight that had defined every moment since the birth of the Titan Heart lifted all at once, leaving behind an eerie, blessed silence.
Then, the sky changed.
A vast, shimmering curtain of iridescent light spread from horizon to horizon. It was soft, pale, and carried with it a detached, cosmic authority that felt both alien and profoundly relieving. The announcement did not roar; it echoed directly into the consciousness of every survivor.
