The world returned in a single blink.
The group stood again on the broken terrain where they fought the five Eternals.
Lucien steadied himself, then lifted his hand.
Origin Rewrite unraveled.
No one spoke for a moment.
Morveth stood still, and the space behind his eyes looked deeper than before.
Inside him, the shell-city had swollen.
Hundreds of thousands of lives now moved beneath his Continuance.
Lucien's gaze lingered on Morveth.
"Uncle, you have a lively city inside you now," he said quietly.
Morveth's human throat released a low rumble.
"A city is a vow."
The others turned to him as well.
Aerolith hovered near Lucien, expression bored and mildly offended at how long adults took to breathe after doing something important.
Morveth lowered himself to the ground.
He sat like a mountain choosing to become still.
The air around him thickened with Continuance, but it felt different than in battle.
It was quieter and more intimate.
A shelter-law rather than a war-law.
