Aria floated beside him, arms crossed, her golden eyes narrowed with something between annoyance and concern.
"Because the multiverse needs you."
Adam's gaze didn't shift. He just stared out into the clean, dead void where the Endlands used to breathe. Where gods had wept. Where timelines had bled.
Where something had hidden.
Aria's voice softened. "Aurora's vision didn't just stop with you vanishing. She saw past that."
Adam's jaw tensed slightly. "What did she see?"
Aria hesitated.
"…The end."
He turned now, slowly. His eyes locked onto hers.
"No," she said before he could speak again. "Not a world. Not a realm. Everything. All of it. Every realm, every fold, every root-thread of reality. Burned. Collapsed. Rewritten into something else."
Adam didn't blink. "A singularity event?"
"No. Worse."
Aria swallowed, lowering her voice like the words themselves carried weight. "Something… replacing us."
Adam looked away again.
