Exactly three microseconds after the clone re-established the link, space folded.
There was no warning, no ripple of approaching power, and no grand manifestation meant to announce the arrival of a supreme existence. Space simply obeyed. One moment the broken void outside the Reliquary was empty except for drifting debris and residual wounds from earlier battles, and the next moment the true Paragon body stood there as though she had always existed at that exact point.
The surrounding area was still heavily scarred from the time when countless Multiversal beings had tried and failed to force their way inside the ruin. Residual spatial tears hung open like unhealed wounds. Fragments of collapsed domains drifted slowly through the emptiness. Faint echoes of old attacks still flickered in the dark, remnants of greed, ambition, and desperation that had all been rendered meaningless by the arrival of someone who stood far above them.
