Silence.
Absolute, unbroken silence settled across the shattered realm.
The battlefield had played host to an endless series of impossible, world-altering occurrences within a single afternoon. The long-awaited awakening of the First King had torn through the underlying grid. The terrifying, volatile birth of the Tenth Authority had disrupted the established order of the cosmos. The colossal, observational presence of the Original Witness had descended from the sub-reality depths, leaving behind a structural tear—a jagged, impossible crack splitting heaven from one end of existence to the other.
Yet, somehow, the most unbelievable sight on the ruined plaza was a single man in simple robes, standing casually between three ancient, world-ending entities while airing grievances about his interrupted scheduled rest.
