The sky does not break.
It decides.
The moment Virexa fuses with Hunger, the bleeding heavens twist inward, ribs of void and shadow curling like claws.
The Predator’s veins pulse with new purpose—no longer dying, no longer mindless.
It has a pilot now.
A queen.
A direction.
And worse—
a desire.
⸻
The world screams.
Not with terror.
With recognition.
Everything living feels the instant shift from dying god to reborn threat.
Wolves collapse.
Titans roar.
Witnesses fall to their knees as the shockwave tears through their half-healed cores.
Even the stars flicker.
Jason’s readings spike violently.
“It’s stabilizing,” he gasps. “Virexa’s bond is rewriting its coherence! She’s giving it direction—her direction!”
Zane snarls, clutching the heir to his chest.
“She turned Hunge
