The roar echoed across existence.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The sound shook every timeline.
Every universe.
Every soul.
The Creator stood frozen.
Fear filled his eyes.
Real fear.
The kind that only appears when something impossible becomes real.
Selena immediately noticed.
“Who is it?”
The Creator didn’t answer.
The Child of Balance grabbed his sleeve.
“Who is it?”
The ancient being slowly turned.
His face had become pale.
Then he whispered:
“Someone who should not exist.”
Silence.
The valley trembled.
The sky cracked wider.
Far beyond existence, the Devourer’s roar echoed again.
This time another roar answered immediately.
Identical.
The same power.
The same age.
The same presence.
The Child of Balance frowned.
“It sounds like you.”
The Creator closed his ey
