Ethan stood in the center of the time field, the air still vibrating from the departure of Erebus.
His existence was now a paradox: he was a humanoid universe, a collection of 10^{100} cells that had transcended the biological to become stellar engines.
The Law of Infinity, though only five centimeters long, pulsed within him like a needle of pure, concentrated authority.
It was a slender thread that outweighed the weight of all other laws combined.
Despite this god-like elevation, Ethan felt a coldness that was not physical.
It was the absolute lack of emotion.
Having separated his Omega Clones, specifically the one carrying his happiness, he was a being of pure logic and cosmic will.
He looked at his hands.
The skin was a map of constellations.
The blood flowing beneath was a river of golden runes.
He realized that if he stepped back into the lives of his family in this state, he would be a stranger.
