Atheline didn't need domination, he needed coexistence and a choice; the ability to contain different truths without allowing any single one to erase the others.
The Supreme Sovereign's fragment reacted.
Atheline stood as wind entered him.
He remained Atheline.
Water entered.
Still Atheline.
Earth.
Ice.
Fire.
Lightning.
Then Light.
Space.
Nature.
Life.
Death.
Every time something threatened to erase another part of him, Lilith's Darkness tightened around his soul reminding him where he ended and reminding the universe who was receiving it.
Atheline, her husband, the irritating High Elf who left communication crystals behind after demonstrating Lightning movement. The man who'd crossed worlds. The man who'd died twice.
The man who had chosen her when another recurrence had abandoned her to become the world's villain. The man who refused to let destiny decide what either of them had to become.
Atheline screamed as the Authorities merged around him.
