Luke watched her—watched it—step forward.
The being that wore Selene's face, that moved with her grace but none of her heart, paused at the edge of the platform.
Energy pulsed beneath her feet, threads of light spider-webbing across the cracked earth.
The sky above them groaned, clouds shifting unnaturally as if the world itself was bracing for what came next.
He should have stopped her.
He wanted to stop her.
But when she spoke, her voice wasn't hers. It was deeper, colder. Timeless.
"There is nothing left to save, Luke."
He stiffened, throat dry.
"Selene—"
"I am not her. But you already knew that."
The entity said.
The words struck him harder than any physical blow.
He wanted to scream, to deny it—but what was the point? He wasn't the hero of this story. He never had been.
And this… this was no longer Selene's story either.
It was something else entirely.
"I will go now. The dungeon must be completed. The system must reset. This world will be reborn."
