Celebration was imminent.
The potential greatest threat that the Aether Tree had ever encountered had been squashed.
The home world that they feared for had been protected in their absence by the unyielding resistance of the ones they left behind.
Everyone they loved was safe.
Both the mortals and Constellations were incredibly joyous.
However, this happiness was cut short almost as soon as they gave their sighs of relief and congratulated one another.
After all, the darkness… the abomination… the end…
… It was coming.
~VWUUUUUUUMMMM!!!~
A stain in reality suddenly manifested.
It had no shape or form, almost like fluid that was in constant motion.
At first, no one noticed anything.
Their senses had not advanced to the point of detecting absolutely nothing.
They continued their celebration at the edge of existence, relieved by the destruction they could perceive from their safe distance.
