The maelstrom of energy subsided into a trembling calm. In the radiant silence of the Infinite Echoes, the Archivist's presence still hung heavy—a reminder that the cosmic ledger was not a fixed record but a living document, mutable and awaiting its next scribe.
Liam, still shimmering with the ethereal glow of his sacrifice, gazed upon the monolithic edifice that had emerged from the portal. Its surface was alive with flowing inscriptions, each symbol a testament to a choice made by countless souls over the eons. Now, that edifice pulsed with a single question: Who would wield the Infinite Pen to rewrite fate?
