In the highest layer of existence, far beyond any realm or dimension, the Creator Woman stirred from her slumber.
Her eyes, vast, luminous pools of silver and starlight, slowly opened. A faint frown creased her ethereal features as the distant sounds of destruction reached her ears.
The sound was not loud in the conventional sense as it was more like a ripple in the fabric of creation itself, a tremor that vibrated through the very threads of reality.
She sat up in her boundless throne of woven galaxies and nebulae, her long, flowing hair drifting like cosmic dust around her.
With a casual wave of her hand, the space before her glowed dimly, forming a perfect window into the ongoing battle.
There, in the shattered remnants of space, Aestrea and Chronos clashed.
Instantly, the Creator Woman's lips parted slightly in surprise, then curved into a small and completely delighted smile.
"Oh…?" she murmured curiously.
"So it has finally come to this."
