After the final battle ended and the war was won, everyone went back to their own universes. The victory came at a heavy price—many universes destroyed, legions broken, and wounds that would take ages to mend.
There was no time for rest.
The Asuras and their allies quickly went their separate ways, carrying both the pride of victory and the responsibility of rebuilding.
Before leaving, Nia took Tylor and Lirael aside on one of Universe 28's cosmic roads, speaking to them in a calm but steady voice.
"Grandfather and Grandmother, I think you two should begin preparing to become Originats."
Tylor's eyes met hers—still reeling from the day's events—but her words sparked a question.
"Hm, and what makes you so sure we'll join?"
"Uh, because Ashy wants it?" Nia replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Lirael rested a gentle hand on his arm, her voice calm.
"It's fine. We'll look forward to meeting this grandson of ours."
