The universe remembered.
When the Prime Eternal's light spread across the void, reality itself began to hum — a resonance older than time, older than the gods who believed themselves its masters. The hum wasn't sound; it was memory reborn.
In the hidden planes beyond existence, five colossal figures stirred within the void — their slumber ending after eons uncounted.
The first opened her eyes within the Bleed, the space between dimensions. Her body was made of fractured starlight, her hair flowing like liquid nebulae.
"I am Chrona, Keeper of the Moment Before Time.*"
The second emerged from the molten depths beneath Omega Earth — a being of shadow and flame, his form twisting between molten metal and burning void.
"I am Vorr, Eternal of Destruction and Rebirth.*"
Far across the cosmos, within the broken remnants of the Source Wall, a third being unfolded — translucent, her face a mask of calm serenity.
"I am Lyra, the Eternal of Memory.*"
Then came the fourth — rising from the quantum storms beyond the Speed Force, energy cascading around her form like lightning in slow motion.
"I am Solara, Eternal of Energy Unbound.*"
And finally, the fifth — a silent, hooded figure appearing before the Prime Eternal himself. His body was void. His eyes — two collapsing galaxies.
"I am The Nameless One. The End that Watches."
The Prime Eternal turned to them. "Awakened at last. The balance must be restored. The mortals have blended what was meant to remain apart — magic and science, myth and logic. The weave of creation trembles."
Lyra's tone was soft, regretful. "Then the Convergence must be undone."
The Prime Eternal raised his hand toward Omega Earth — and instantly, storms erupted across the globe.Mountains cracked. Oceans reversed.And in the Watchtower, alarms screamed as space folded in on itself.
Batman clenched his jaw. "Whatever they are… they're remaking reality."Doctor Strange's voice broke through the chaos. "No. They're reclaiming it."
For the first time in eons, the Architects of the End had returned.And to them… gods were children playing in stolen light.