With absolute authority, Nolan slammed his hand into Primus' face. Primus' body vanished. Boom. Gone. Every trace of his existence was erased.
The world shifted, reversing back to the ancient lava plains. Silence filled the air. Nolan slowly opened his eyes. It was done. Every deity understood what had occurred. Every primordial being had been defeated.
A faint smile formed on Nolan's face. "I did it Lyra Damien don't worry. I'm coming."
Exhausted, he finally collapsed onto the ancient lava seal. One of the deities rushed to his side as he slowly fell unconscious, the weight of victory and loss pressing down upon him.
As Nolan finally woke up, he slowly raised his hand.
His vision was blurred.
"What the hell?" he muttered.
His eyes struggled to focus.
"Lyra?"
He blinked, reaching out to touch her face.
"Am I dreaming? Didn't she die?"
"Master you're finally awake," Lyra said softly.
Nolan wiped his eyes and forced them open properly.
She was real.
