(Solomon's POV)
The tears of the Devourer fell into the abyss.
And worlds were born.
Not destroyed.
Not corrupted.
Born.
The battlefield froze.
Everyone watched.
Everyone stared.
Because nothing about this made sense.
The Devourer had consumed civilizations.
Devoured souls.
Destroyed realities.
Its existence was synonymous with ruin.
Yet where its tears touched the darkness—
Life appeared.
Tiny stars ignited.
New galaxies blossomed.
Possibilities unfolded.
The First Dream watched silently.
As though witnessing something she had not seen in a very long time.
The abyss trembled.
The ancient horror stared at its own hands.
Confused.
Lost.
Like a creature awakening from a nightmare.
"What..."
Its voice cracked.
"What is happening to me?"
Mirabel remained standing b
