The Forge above the Infiniverse Crucible pulsed gently, a heartbeat of creation and recursion.
I stood once more in my body, feeling the impossible weight of my Resistances settle over me like a second skin.
Ruination and the Infiniverse were nearby, their existences vibrant, sovereign. My gaze lingered on them briefly.
Ruination, radiant and cold, was weaving a new authority into existence, a brilliant construct of devastation that shook the air around her.
An Existential Dimensional Lattice of Ruination.
It shimmered.
It throbbed.
It howled silently with the promise of unmaking.
The moment it bloomed, the moment it solidified, I knew.
I smiled faintly.
Because now, it was mine too.
The moment she succeeded, the resonance extended toward me, a thread of authority gifted by my unbreakable connection to her.
And with it, I could forge Lattices of Ruination.
A new avenue.
A new path to accelerate what I required.
To prepare not just for Bob.
