The city lay quiet, bathed in the pale light of dawn.
Scars of the recent battles were still visible—cracked roads, shattered glass, and burnt-out cars lined the streets. Yet, beneath this, a fragile peace had settled.
Nyra and Aarav sat on the edge of the riverbank, watching the water ripple softly.
Nyra's gaze was distant, her thoughts heavy.
"We stopped Kael... but I feel like the real fight is still out there," she whispered.
Aarav nodded, his fingers absently tracing patterns in the water.
"The balance feels… fragile. Like it's waiting to tip again."
The sun began to rise, golden light spilling over the horizon, warming their faces.
But far beyond Earth's atmosphere, in the black depths of space, an ominous presence stirred.
A massive, swirling shadow hovered silently—a black hole vessel, its dark mass bending the very light of nearby stars.
Around it, the fabric of spacetime rippled, distorting reality in slow, inevitable waves.
The universe itself seemed to shudder.
Back on Earth, Aarav suddenly gasped, clutching his chest.
"Nyra... something is coming. Something... massive."
Nyra's eyes widened, the moonlight in her hands flickering nervously.
"Then we have no time to waste."
They rose together, their resolve steeling.
The battle for the cosmos was far from over.