The silver void shattered. Not physically. Conceptually. As soon as the Unchosen spoke, reality itself appeared to shrink back. Countless fractures spread through existence. Every c***k revealed something impossible. A different world. A different timeline. A different future. Luna gazed at one c***k and viewed herself standing next to Kael under a calm moon. No wars. No Foundation. No sacrifices. Just happiness. Yet another break revealed a world where the Moonbloods were never present at all. Another showed a realm governed solely by the Prisoner. Another showed the Eraser completing its purpose. Millions. Billions. Trillions of abandoned possibilities. The lost realities. The futures that correction had denied. The futures which never possessed opportunity to come into being. The Unchos
