The world screamed in agony.
Every spark of illumination in the chamber was violently sucked inward, plunging the room into a deeper, pulsating gloom where shadows twisted, bowed, and worshipped at her feet like loyal hounds that had finally met their god.
And before her—
the dark silhouette materialized from absolute nothing.
Silver eyes caught light that had no right to exist anymore, curving into a smile that split the void like a fracture in the skull of creation.
"The Seed of Ending has been fully absorbed into your very essence," the silhouette intoned, its voice the whisper of collapsing stars and dying galaxies.
"It is now one with you…and yet distinct. A symbiotic abyss that will fuel your unending growth. You command darkness now. All of it. Every property. Every principle. With no limits. Without bound. Without restraint. It is yours to will. Yours to unmake with."
