The silence that followed the Pale Matron's sealing was filled with the weight of what she had said, and what I had become.
I stood in the crater, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with everything that was happening, and even though my body was seemingly beyond exhaustion, my soul was tired… what I wanted to do at this moment was sleep.
I had left my world, touched the void, crossed into Sovereign, become a broken Archangel, bound a fragment of a demon god, claimed the Caelith, and I had done it all in the span of a single fall from the sky.
The Caelith stood before me, whole again, its mass covering the sky and suppressing the chaotic space for miles, and I could feel the Pale Matron's presence through the bond with the Caelith at the edge of my awareness.
