The migration had succeeded.
The last celestial bodies crossed through the wormhole cleanly. No fanfare. They simply passed through, the trailing edge of the solar system sliding into the testing dimension with the same steady calm that had defined the entire transit. The tunnel held. The structure didn't collapse. The numbers in Runar's chip came back clean.
He lowered his hands.
The Myriad Genesis Eye dimmed as he pulled his perception back inward. The wormhole still glowed ahead of him — silver and gold, vast and permanent now, stabilized under the combined authority of two Universal Wills. It no longer needed his support.
He let out a slow breath.
Beside him, Orion stood quietly, watching the last of the Dyson Swarm's trailing units clear the threshold. He didn't say anything for a moment.
Neither did Runar.
"It's done," Orion said.
"It's done," Runar agreed.
Then Orion's form began to change.
