The Heart of All Things convulsed as reality began its final death throes.
Alexia pressed herself against the crystalline walls of her parents' prison, watching in horror as dimensions didn't just collapse—they ceased. One moment, entire universes sprawled across the multiversal expanse; the next, they simply... weren't. No explosion, no gradual decay. Just absence where existence had been.
"It's starting," Reed's voice whispered from within the crystal, his consciousness flickering like a dying flame. "Kaedon isn't just destroying anymore. He's unmaking."
Through the fractured mirror-space surrounding the Heart, Alexia could see her brother's true form manifesting. The Void Sovereign had abandoned all pretense of shape or substance. He was pure negation now—a wound in reality so absolute that light bent away from him, time stuttered in his presence, and the fundamental laws of existence rewrote themselves to accommodate his impossibility.
