There was no sky anymore.
No ground.No direction.
Only fragments.
Floating pieces of what once was reality—Cities torn apart, moments frozen mid-existence, echoes of lives that no longer continued.
Time no longer moved forward.
It shattered.
Tanvir stood at the center of it all.
Or rather—
Everything stood around him.
Because he was no longer inside reality.
Reality was inside him.
"I can feel it ending," he said softly.
His voice didn't echo.
Because there was nothing left for sound to travel through.
Tanzila stood across from him—
One of the last stable points in existence.
"Then stop," she said.
Her voice trembled—not from fear, but from exhaustion.
Tanvir looked at her.
Truly looked.
For the first time since becoming the Abyss King—
He focused on one thing.
Only her.
"It's too late."
A fragment of the sky behind her dissolved into nothingness.
Not broken.
Not destroyed.
Just—
Removed.
Tanzila clenched her fists.
"No… it's not."
But even she could feel it.
The truth.
There was nothing left to save.