“I didn’t do it.”
Silence.
Nobody breathed.
Nobody moved.
The hand remained inside the First Dream’s chest.
Golden blood flowed slowly.
The Child of Balance stood frozen.
“Daddy…”
Her voice trembled.
The original Creator looked down at his own hands.
Shocked.
Terrified.
Because his hands were empty.
He hadn’t moved.
He hadn’t attacked.
Then whose hand was it?
The First Dream slowly lowered his eyes.
His expression wasn’t angry.
It wasn’t fearful.
It was confused.
Very confused.
The stranger from the Outer Realm immediately stepped forward.
“No!”
The Devourer roared.
The second Creator’s eyes widened.
Luna screamed.
Selena covered her mouth.
Damian held the Child of Balance tightly.
The hand slowly pulled out.
Golden blood floated like stars.
The First Dream st
