The Eidolon drifted quietly through the void, its systems stabilizing after the cataclysmic battle. The vast Nexus, once a turbulent storm of fractured time, had settled into a fragile calm. Seojun stood at the helm, gaze fixed on the swirling cosmos beyond the viewport, his mind racing with questions and new realizations.
Nova approached, her usual calm demeanor tinged with exhaustion. "The Phantoms have retreated. The Nexus is secure for now, but the temporal fabric is still delicate. Any sudden shock could unravel everything again."
Seojun nodded slowly. "Vael'Tharan's defeat was just a battle in a larger war we don't fully understand yet."
His thoughts drifted to the surge of power he had felt—something ancient and vast awakening inside him when he shattered the rift's core. The Nexus hadn't just reacted to Vael'Tharan's presence; it had bonded with him.
"Seojun," Nova said softly, breaking his reverie, "You're no longer just a captain or a warrior. You carry the burden—and the power—of the Nexus itself. We must learn what that means."
He clenched his fists, feeling the latent energy pulsing beneath his skin. "Then there's no turning back. We'll have to master this, or everything we know will fall apart."
As the crew began repair protocols, an alert chimed softly—a signal from a nearby timeline, faint but unmistakable. A call for help. The journey through time was far from over.
Seojun's eyes gleamed with renewed resolve. "Set course. We answer that call."
The Eidolon surged forward into the unknown, a beacon of hope against the endless waves of time.