The transition through the failing temporal spiral left Rex suspended in a pocket of absolute, ringing silence. For several precious seconds, he was alone with his own thoughts, a luxury he rarely afforded himself.
His mind flickered back to the anomaly. The figure at the far edge of the domain had not reappeared.
Divine Perception, still humming as a passive subroutine in his consciousness, continued its relentless scan of the surrounding space. It returned nothing: no signature, no residual energy, and no indication that anyone god or demon had been watching.
Rex filed the anomaly away with cold, surgical precision. It would be a problem to solve later, a thread to pull once the war concluded.
But right now, there was a more immediate audience waiting. Beyond the doorway of this collapsing reality lay a corridor lined with ten thousand witnesses, and they would not wait patiently for their entertainment.
