The Grand Reality did not possess a unified consciousness, but it possessed a primitive survival instinct. The sudden deletion and synthesis of a Multiversal Overlord sent a conceptual shockwave through the infinite void. It was a ripple of pure terror that forced the remaining external gods to pause their endless infighting.
For the first time in countless eons, the scattered pantheons of the corrupted cosmos united under a single, desperate objective.
They had to exterminate the Gamemaster.
Neo remained seated upon his throne of solidified light within the center of the Dominator Core. He did not close his eyes to rest. He kept his golden gaze fixed upon the shimmering borders of his newly established territory. Multiverse Zero pulsed rhythmically beneath him, a perfectly synchronized engine of ten thousand life universes. The purified energy of the assimilated Overlord coursed through his avatar, expanding his processing capacity to unfathomable levels.
