The Ultraverse trembled.
Stars blinked out like candle flames in a storm. Entire systems folded inward as the Hollow Singularity surged through space like an unstoppable tide of nonexistence. Its form had no edges—only absence. It consumed without hunger, destroyed without malice. A force beyond motive.
And at the edge of everything that still remained—stood Bakudou and Emma.United.Not as god and creator.But as choice and design.
He had collected her fragments—not to restore the past, but to forge a new equilibrium. And now, with her essence complete and their bond redefined, the two radiated a light that held creation together in defiance of entropy.
"This is not a battle we can win," Emma said quietly.
"Then it's one we must endure," Bakudou replied.
They floated above the fractured realm of Aetherfall, where the final convergence had begun. Below them, the last strongholds of divinity lit up the dark—a dying constellation of gods, titans, and remnants who had chosen to stand their ground.
Xareth. Seraphene. The Last Eternals. Even mortals, wielding shards of ancient flame, fought with desperate valor.The Hollow Singularity did not slow.It didn't need to.But it paused.A single thought emanated from its formless core:"You resist what was always meant to return. I am not evil. I am inevitability."
Bakudou stepped forward, his eyes pulsing with layered light—chaos and order balanced in impossible tension."Then let inevitability break against my will."He raised his hand.Reality answered.
The foundations of the Ultraverse itself responded to his defiance. Planes aligned. Energies converged. Emma's essence expanded, weaving a lattice of form around the storm of entropy. It wasn't an attack—it was a mirror.
A reflection of what might still be.
The Hollow Singularity surged, slamming into the net of light.
And for the first time—it hesitated.A crack appeared in its surface.Bakudou saw it—and flew.
Faster than law, faster than the memory of motion. He plunged into the wound, and within—
He found nothing.Not emptiness.But absence. A void where the concept of existence had never even been considered.It tried to consume him.But Emma's voice followed him inside."Remember who you are."
And he did.He was not destruction.He was intention.And that was enough.From the center of the Singularity, Bakudou ignited. A supernova of purpose. A pulse of will that refused to be undone.
And with Emma's guiding light, he rewrote the laws it sought to erase.
Outside, gods looked skyward and saw the impossible:
The Hollow Singularity—recoiling.It shrieked, not in pain, but in denial.It could not exist where choice thrived.And now, choice burned like a second sun.The Remaking War had no final blow.No hero's victory.
It was a stalemate written in the bones of the Ultraverse itself.
Bakudou did not destroy the Hollow Singularity.He contained it—within himself. And as he fell into the void with it, Emma whispered across the dimensions:
"One day, you will return. And when you do, this universe will remember who chose to save it."