The Eternal Voyager glided through the spirals of the nebula, its sleek hull slicing effortlessly through the drifting star dust. The energy of the Cradle of Eternity pulsed faintly through the ship, echoing the newfound power that now coursed through the Realm Lord and his crew.
But power came with consequences.
"Something is off," Gorath muttered, his heavy gaze on the ethereal stars surrounding them. He stood near the ship's railing, his hulking figure tense, every inch of his body attuned to the cosmic rhythms around them.
Tierra, standing beside him, brushed her fingers through the air, connecting with the natural energies of the Nebula. "The balance has shifted," she murmured, eyes narrowing. "We may have taken something from the Cradle that it did not intend for us to wield freely."
