Sirius exhaled after finishing the destroyer, looking upon the results of the release of lightning—
Across the region of the cosmos, the black landscape was scarred with snow-white bolts.
"—We did it," Sirius breathed out, looking ahead.
["Burned into the flesh of the universe forevermore was the mark of not just Sirius, but those that had lived on the world that no longer stood."]
With his last purpose achieved, there was nothing left for the man to do. There was no world left for him, nobody to connect with, simply a vast, empty galaxy looking back at him.
As he floated in the cosmos with nothing left, Sirius began to close his eyes with the intent of resting for millennia, yet—
A light pushed against his eyes before they could sleep. He parted his eyelids, finding the radiance to come from a peculiar existence that had spawned before him.
A white doorway emerged in the void in front of him, welcoming him in.
