Ash watched the severed halves of the Eternal Creation drift apart in the void, golden-black blood still leaking from the clean cuts.
"Pretty anticlimactic, huh?" He muttered as he turned his gaze toward the distant, radiant Primordial Oceans — the two vast seas of pure creative essence the Mother and Father had created.
They shimmered above in the Primordial Expanse like living galaxies, their surfaces swirling with endless streams of possibility, narrative power, and raw creation.
He glanced at Primordia, now standing beside him, watching as the remnants of the fused entity steadily dissolved into nothingness.
"Yeah, pretty anticlimactic," she said with a nod, her smile still firmly in place. "Though I did have some fun."
Primordia couldn't help but revel in the novelty of her new humanoid form, and even though the Eternal Creation had proven to be… well, less than impressive, she couldn't deny the thrill coursing through her.
