The remnants of the god-fusion sparked. Tried to reform. One shard floated upward, humming with refusal.
Liss exhaled.
Walked into the fragments.
They floated around her, unburning, unable to hurt her.
The air began to tighten. Light spiraled inwards.
The shard tried to project one final order:
"UNMAKE THE PARADOX."
Liss looked up.
"No."
The sky cracked.
A sharp, sudden scream of reality rupturing across itself—like a mirror punched by a thought.
The last of the divine fusion collapsed into dust.
Above them, the firmament blinked.
And for the first time in eons—
the sky changed color.