The Eternal Voyager floated in the heart of the Astral Nexus, its sails slack as the crew recovered from their encounter with the Ender of Worlds. The cosmic sea around them shimmered with the raw energy of creation and destruction, but the oppressive weight of the Ender's presence had finally lifted. For a brief moment, the vast expanse felt eerily still, as if the universe itself was holding its breath.
The Realm Lord stood at the bow of the ship, his hands gripping the railing as he stared out into the swirling vortex of stars and energy. His mind was a tempest of thoughts—victory over the Ender should have felt more satisfying, more complete. But even with the creature's defeat, an unsettling feeling gnawed at him. The Nexus was still unstable, and there was an underlying sense that the true battle had yet to begin.
