The moment Rey crushed Adrien's head, the domain began to fall apart.
It wasn't just a collapse of space, but of concept itself. Adrien's dimension had never been part of existence. It had existed beside it—an interstitial wound, carved from anti-reality. A space with no beginning and no end, built by a man who sought to defy truth itself.
And now, its master was gone.
Rey stood at its crumbling heart as the weightless debris of a dimension's soul floated around him—silence, symbols, broken time. The world Adrien made unmade itself. But Rey didn't move.
He closed his eyes.
He opened himself.
The void sang.
It welcomed him—not as an intruder, but as one of its own. The moment he defeated Adrien, something deep within the domain had begun to stir. Something ancient and unshaped, deeper than the domain itself.
Adrien had built this space, yes—but he had not truly understood it. He had merely found a corner of that which lay beneath all worlds and tried to master it.
