Reality Four was once celebrated as the strongest of all realities.
They had a story that inspired awe, striking fear in some and motivating others, but now all that fame and notoriety had become nothing more than fuel for an even greater creation.
Currently, Nia stood in the empty void where Reality Four had once existed, her long black hair drifting lazily as she surveyed her legion.
The Eternal Guard — Ash's elite female battalion — floated in perfect formation around her, their dark crimson and black armor still humming with residual power.
The Gambler stood a short distance away, his expression conflicted but resigned.
Nia smiled at her troops, her dark eyes glowing with rare approval.
"You've all done incredibly well these past few years," she said, her tone rich with genuine praise.
"You've carried out your duties without hesitation, consuming whatever I commanded. For that—and for standing by me through countless years—you will be rewarded."
