The gods continued to dissolve, their voices growing weaker until they were nothing more than whispers lost in the void. Some desperately tried to resist, clawing at existence itself, but it was useless. Their fate had been sealed the moment the Outer God fell.
"All of this… for nothing…" one of them muttered, his form crumbling into dust. "Was our power… even real?"
No one answered. One by one, they faded, leaving nothing behind.
Meanwhile, Alex drifted lifelessly through space. His body was beyond its limit, numb to everything. His breath came in shallow gasps, his consciousness flickering like the last ember of a dying fire. His vision blurred, darkness creeping at the edges of his mind.
So… this is how it ends.
The battle was over. The Outer God was gone. The world was safe.
Then why… why did it feel like something was missing?
