The Grand Ascension Ceremony commenced precisely at the apex of the newly aligned cosmos. The throne room was no longer a mere chamber of marble and gold.
It was a boundless cathedral of crystallized dark matter, trapped supernovas, and the shattered remnants of the cosmic loom. The ceiling did not exist. Instead, the attendees looked directly up into the endless, swirling whirlpool of the fused universes.
Violet nebulas danced with golden auroras, casting an ethereal glow over the millions of dignitaries gathered below.
Neo sat upon a throne forged from the compressed cores of dead planets and the fractured conceptual laws of Aethelgard. The seat of power radiated a suffocating, absolute authority. Noir and Zestia lounged gracefully on smaller thrones beside him.
