Time moved in gentle waves across Earth—slow and healing, just as everyone had hoped. With the deities gone, with the universe restored, and with countless worlds finally freed from fear of extinction, peace became the new rhythm of existence.
Though scars of the calamity remained, carved into history and etched into memory, they no longer bled. Instead, they served as reminders of a dark age conquered through sacrifice.
And at the center of every story…
Every documentary…
Every piece of art…
Every intergalactic historical record…
One name shone brighter than all others:
Gustav Crimson.
The Outworldly.
The Eternal Protector.
The God Who Saved The Universe.
Yet no statue, no tale, no monument could ever fully capture him.
People spoke of Gustav with reverence and awe, from humans to alien civilizations to species once believed extinct. His feats transcended mortal heroism; they were mythic, divine.
