A silence heavier than the weight of collapsing stars filled the sacred sanctum. The cosmic ledger, no longer a passive record of fate, trembled violently as the ink of reality dripped from its pages. The Infinite Pen, still glowing with Liam's fractured essence, hovered in midair—its radiance flickering between blinding brilliance and consuming void.
Then, the first tear appeared.
A jagged rift split the very space around them, revealing a reality where time moved in reverse—where forgotten futures and lost pasts coiled into a single, spiraling anomaly. The Harbingers staggered as echoes of their own choices rippled through existence, flashing before them like shattered reflections on a cosmic mirror.
**"What have we done?"** Finn whispered, his voice laced with awe and horror. His own reflection in the rift showed him as something else—something vast and unknowable, a being whose power had long since broken free of mortal constraints.
