The light exploded across existence. Not like fire. Not like a star. Not like anything reality had ever witnessed before. It moved via cracks inside the silver empty space, filling damaged time lines and smashed chances equally well. The Original Door trembled violently. The Foundation recoiled. The First Fear narrowed its countless eyes. The Architect stepped backward. Even the Unchosen seemed uncertain. And fear gripped entities ancienter than being itself with terror. Luna shielded her eyes. The brilliance intensified. Reality groaned. Then the impossible happened. The light began taking shape. Not a weapon. Not a creature. Not a god. A path. One solitary silver way extending forever past the limits of existence. Beyond correction. Beyond fear. Beyond destiny itself. The way appeared to
