[You have now seen the twenty-five worlds, and we have explained what happened to each of them. Let us proceed.]
The system's message lingered in the black void, glowing softly in that deep blue hue, the same way it always did.
Yet, despite the familiar appearance, Alex couldn't take his eyes off the floating spheres still spinning in the air before him.
Each world held its own color, its own texture, its own strange energy, and though they hovered silently in the dark, they felt far from lifeless.
There was a certain weight to seeing them like this, twenty-four worlds conquered, all different from his, and yet destined to share the same ending unless something changed.
Unless HE changed it.
[Universal Descent.]
The moment the system echoed the game's true name, all twenty-five rotating worlds suddenly halted.
The spinning stopped. The motion ceased.
