The screams of dying realities echoed through the Void Between like a symphony of cosmic agony. Five years had passed since the Harvesters first announced their terrible harvest, and the multiversal resistance hung by threads of crystallized hope and desperate fury.
Reed's consciousness stretched across seventeen different planes simultaneously, his evolved form no longer bound by the crude limitations of flesh and bone. Where once he had been human, now he existed as pure intention given terrible shape—a writhing mass of dark energy that pulsed with the collected rage of countless liberated souls. Through his distributed awareness, he watched worlds burn.
