I hovered in the empty space where three million universes had once existed, but I was not alone.
The crushing silence of the void was a lie. My ears were ringing with the sound of a trillion trillion voices.
I looked down at my hands. My skin was translucent. Beneath the pale surface, my veins did not pump blood. They pumped swirling rivers of starlight.
I focused my perception inward, diving into the depths of my mutated Dominator Core. What I saw defied even my own grand expectations. I had assumed the mass synthesis protocol would simply burn those three million stagnant universes into raw fuel. I thought I had digested them. I was wrong. The system had evolved far beyond simple consumption.
The Dominator Core was no longer an engine of destruction. It was a miniature, perfectly contained multiverse.
