The temple trembled.Above them, the sky cracked.
Lines of force split the heavens like a broken mirror—voidships emerging from rifts between stars. Scorchfang Guild, Oracle Frigates, and nameless scavengers converged in a swarm of hunger. They had felt the Dreaming Crown's awakening.
They came like vultures to feast on prophecy.
Ethan's hand opened. The air shimmered.
The Wraithling, bound by Sovereign link, answered the call.
From beyond the veil, it howled into existence—a sleek vessel of starlight and shadow, wings unfolding with alien grace.
Aelira turned to Ethan as they sprinted through collapsing halls toward the extraction spire. "If this is it—if we don't make it—"
He pulled her in.
A breathless kiss.A promise sealed in starlight and flame.
"It's not," he whispered. "Not yet."
Above, memory-light storms howled across the sky, ripping apart the illusion of time. Faces from the past flickered in the clouds. Every decision, every sacrifice—they all pointed to this.
The beacon flared.
Together, hand-in-hand, they leapt into it.
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As the world burned behind them, the stars opened like a path forward.
And the Dreaming Crown pulsed between them—no longer just a symbol, but a catalyst for the fate of galaxies.