That night, the stars shifted.
One by one, massive black shapes descended from beyond the fractured clouds. They weren't ships. They weren't beings. They were something in between—colossal, humanoid silhouettes with eyes like collapsing galaxies. Their voices echoed in the minds of all living creatures at once.
"THE CORE HAS BEEN ACTIVATED."
People everywhere fell to their knees in terror.
Selene stood on the ruined skyscraper, her obsidian gown fluttering in the chaotic winds, looking up.
"So…" she whispered, her silver eyes glinting, "…you finally decided to wake up."
She remembered.
For a split second, fragments of memory not her own flooded her mind—worlds burning, godlike beings implanting "Cores" into mortals to shape entire civilizations, then vanishing. Her existence… was just a leftover piece of their experiment.
And now the Architect Gods had come to reclaim what was theirs.
One descended fully. Its form towered over the city—impossibly huge, like a cathedral made of flesh and starlight. It raised a hand the size of a continent, aiming directly at her.
"SUBJECT: SELENE VEYR. YOU WERE NEVER MEANT TO EXIST."
Selene tilted her head, amused.
"You created me."
"YOU WERE A VESSEL. NOTHING MORE."
She chuckled softly, stepping forward onto thin air like it was solid ground. "Then watch as your little vessel… becomes your executioner."
She raised both hands.
Her imagination ignited.
The entire sky distorted into a spiral of endless mirrors, reflecting infinite Selene's. From each reflection poured different horrors—blades made of black light, serpentine creatures stitched from void, storms of red feathers sharp enough to cut through reality.
The Architect God roared, its sound collapsing buildings like paper. It unleashed a beam of pure godlight, erasing everything in its path.
Selene didn't dodge. She didn't even move.
She thought.
And the beam unraveled midair.
"Pathetic," she whispered.
Then she imagined the god bleeding.
And it did.
Cosmic ichor spilled across the city like a meteor shower. The god screamed, its massive body crumbling into shards of broken dimensions.
But as it fell, more descended. Hundreds. Thousands.
Selene's silver eyes glowed brighter than ever.
"Oh, this might actually be… fun."
The episode would end on a wide shot: Selene, a lone black silhouette against a descending army of divine titans, smiling like a goddess of death.