Crepuscular remained.
He looked out over the ruins before him, the drifting continents, the shattered echoes of a world that had failed to endure divine excess. Slowly, deliberately, he lifted the small sun higher into the void.
Then he released it.
The moment it left his palm, its power unfurled in full.
Gravity roared to life.
Fragments of stone, oceans frozen mid-motion, entire landmasses were ripped from their aimless drift and dragged screaming toward the growing star. Mountains collapsed inward. Divine residue, world-fragments, and broken laws themselves were pulled in, stripped, purified, and consumed.
With every piece absorbed, the sun grew.
Crepuscular turned away as the Upside-Down World began its final undoing, stepping through a tear in space of his own making. The rupture sealed behind him leaving the expanding sun alone in the void.
Where a fractured world once lingered, there would soon be only darkness… and a star that ensured nothing impure would remain.
