The golden light of creation, now infused with the very essence of Ryan's soul, did not stop at the edge of the void-creature. It kept expanding, a silent, unstoppable sunrise washing over the entire Forge of Genesis. It wasn't a violent, explosive force. It was a gentle, overwhelming wave of pure life.
It flowed over the corrupted, black crystalline growths that had scarred the landscape. The dark, thorny structures did not shatter; they simply dissolved, turning into harmless, glittering dust that was then swept away by the golden light.
The sluggish, oily black rivers began to glow with a clear, vibrant blue, their waters once again clean and pure. The silent, dead mountains began to hum with their ancient, beautiful music. The choked, shadowy forests of light burst back to life, their trees shining with a light so bright and warm it felt like a thousand sunrises happening all at once.
The Forge was being healed, reborn in the fire of his sacrifice.
