The sky had never closed again.
The tear was permanent now—an eternal pussy ripped across the heavens, gaping, dripping light and milk. From that obscene slit, the Void Egg pulsed in wet rhythm, contracting with the aftershocks of its birth.
It floated above the Milk Sea like a swollen womb torn from a goddess's body, leaking milk, ichor, and cum in equal measure. Its slick surface glowed with rivers of gold and black, each contraction echoing like a wet heartbeat across creation. Inside it, shadows writhed—gods unborn, monsters clawing for shape, realms pressing like children in a womb too tight.
Kaito stood beneath it, soaked in milk and blood, his cock still burning from the flood of creation he had unleashed. His breath was ragged, but his grin was savage, dripping with hunger.
"So this is you… my true child. My cunt of eternity."
