The universe seemed to hold its breath. In the heart of the raging battle, Ryan was a statue of pure concentration, his hands pressed against the wounded Genesis Seed.
The chaos of the fight, the explosions, the shouting, it had all faded into a distant, muffled roar. There was only him and the broken heart of a new world he was so desperately trying to mend.
He felt the final, broken piece of reality code click into place. It was not a sound, but a feeling, a perfect, satisfying thump deep in his soul, like the last piece of a cosmic puzzle sliding home.
The Genesis Seed in his hands stopped its pained flickering. For a single, perfect moment, it was whole. A profound, deep silence fell over his mind. The agonizing strain vanished, replaced by a quiet hum of immense, sleeping power.
He had done it.
