With a single, decisive strike, the Realm Lord and his family tore apart the illusion that had bound the entire galaxy in servitude. The gods who had manipulated and fed off the souls of billions were no more, their celestial bodies collapsing into the abyss of space. The chains that had once held entire worlds captive snapped, and the twisted system that had siphoned power from those worlds crumbled into nothing.
The Realm Lord stood tall at the heart of the Eternal Voyager, watching as the heavens above the planets flickered and changed, finally free from divine control. The galaxy now drifted, untethered, and for the first time in millennia, it was quiet. Too quiet.
Drakken, always impatient, glanced at the Realm Lord. "Now what? Without the gods, this place is going to descend into chaos. The wars will continue, and without the infinite lives, the people here won't know how to survive."
