The Nexus Omni Realm fell silent. Not peaceful—no, this was the terrifying kind of silence. The kind that comes before the sky cracks open.
BOOM.
The ground ripped apart like paper, shattering into fragments of glass and light as Parker's body snapped upright—levitating, arms spread, as if the universe itself was dragging him toward something beyond. His chest arched, breath gone, eyes locked wide open, but there was no fear in them now. Only inevitability.
[Ding! Ascension!]
The realm responded violently. Space bent around him, folding and twisting like reality didn't know whether to collapse or bow in reverence. The sky—if you could even call it that—bled streaks of violet and obsidian, threads of raw creation weaving themselves around him like ancient gods were watching and couldn't look away.
And then it began.
The awakening of a Nyxilith.
It wasn't just energy. It wasn't power. It was transcendence.
