As Reign drifted into unconsciousness, the cavern echoed with the whispers of the aftermath. The collapsed mountain, now silent, served as a testament to the clash of forces that had transpired within. The angels, who had left when Quin arrived, were staring down at them from outside of the world, taking a final glance before leaving.
Meanwhile, far away from the world, in a space where Quin had stopped and made his existence known to the system, the digital representation flickered with a calculated glow. The consequences of Quin's intervention were being processed, and the threads of fate were realigning themselves.
Quin, who had erased his presence previously in order to get away from the annoying system, found himself in a space beyond time. He gazed into the fabric of existence, pondering the intricate dance of destiny that was present in front of him. Despite his nonchalant demeanor, there was a contemplative gleam in his piercing blue eyes.
