The Womb was undone.
Its walls—once alive with hymns and divine circuitry—now pulsed with raw, formless energy. The ancient codes had been devoured. Only emotion, will, and desire remained.
And standing at the center of that holy ruin—
Darius.
No longer just Hollow King. No longer merely god.
But something new.
And beside him, unbound and radiant in celestial chaos—
Kaela.
The Rift-born. The Catalyst. The one who had never belonged to any realm, because she was forged between them.
They faced one another in silence. The storm slowed, as if pausing to witness what even the stars could not interpret.
Kaela stepped forward, her bare form wrapped only in veils of shifting voidlight. Her smile was wild—part hunger, part worship.
"You've become… unspeakable," she whispered.
Darius reached for her face, thumb brushing across her cheekbone, trailing stardust from her skin. "And you're the only one who's ever made me feel real."
