The crimson moons hung like weeping eyes above the Sovereign Confluence of Realities, their light casting long shadows across the crystalline spires that had replaced the ancient towers of the Nine Domains. Seven years had passed since The Unnamed's defeat, yet the scars of that cosmic battle still pulsed beneath reality's skin—visible to those who knew how to look.
Reed stood on the highest balcony of the Central Observatory, his weathered hands gripping the obsidian railing. The years had carved deep lines into his face, each one a testament to the burden of reshaping existence itself. His eyes, once merely human, now held swirling galaxies of dimensional energy that betrayed his transformation into something beyond mortal comprehension.
