The pirate ship sliced through the dense fog of the Spiral Nebula, its hull glowing faintly from the lingering energy of the ancient one's presence. Silence hung heavy over the crew as they pushed forward, each member lost in their own thoughts after witnessing the Realm Lord's confrontation with his past. Even Drakken, who usually filled the air with her fiery banter, was unusually quiet.
Ahead, the swirling mass of stars and cosmic dust began to shift. The nebulous clouds thinned, revealing a vast open expanse. In the distance, a faint light pulsed, steady and rhythmic like a heartbeat. The Cradle of Eternity—its presence undeniable.
"We're close," the Realm Lord said, his voice steady. His heart, however, beat faster with every second. This was it. After centuries of searching, he was finally approaching the Cradle—the legendary source of ultimate power, said to bend time, space, and life itself.
