Muspelheim.
An irreversible link had been formed between THE Infiniverse and this primordial realm, and at this moment, THE Infiniverse felt like she'd formed an invisible bridge. A straw, basically, dipping into an unfathomably vast sea.
And she was fucking drinking.
Muspelheim was the realm of actualized flame, where the first perfect differentiations of lifeforms came into being. It was one of the Primordial Realms that existed alongside Ginnungagap before the great differentiation, a domain that had been lost to Observable Existence since the initial sundering of reality into its current form.
And now, THE Infiniverse had begun to swallow it up.
She could feel it, the slow but inexorable pull of integration as her domain reached across the newly formed connection and began drawing Muspelheim into herself. This would be a continuous process, potentially slow depending on their own incursion into the primordial realm, but it had begun, and what had begun could not be stopped.
