The breach at the edge of the universe was not a wound in space-time; it was a conceptual puncture. Through the jagged, glowing cracks of the Universal Boundary, the gray, swirling mists of the Great Chaos seeped into the reality that Aegis had spent decades stabilizing.
These were the Void-Wavers, entities that lacked the warmth of biological life or the rigid logic of the System. They were silhouettes of jagged, shifting geometry, moving with a predatory grace that ignored the laws of gravity and momentum.
Aegis stood at the precipice of the breach. He did not manifest his colossal Titan form immediately. Instead, he stood as a man, his feet planted firmly on the thin air of the vacuum, his violet-clear eyes reflecting the infinite gray of the Outside. Behind him, the combined power of twelve thousand galaxies pulsed like a single, nervous heart.
"Stop," Aegis commanded.
