The Void After the Storm
The multiverse, once in a state of constant motion and instability, now fell silent. Every reality that had been torn, rewritten, or erased in the battle between Ethan and the god was still—so still that it felt unnatural. The great void that once trembled beneath the god's presence was now empty, hollow, awaiting its next sovereign.
Ethan stood in that silence. Alone.
His cloak fluttered in a wind that didn't exist. His eyes, golden with the radiance of infinite knowledge, gazed into the formless cosmos. There was no chaos. No life. Not even death. Everything was in limbo.
"…So this is what remains," Ethan muttered. "Every story… every soul… every timeline… in my hand."