"Vael'Thor."
The name echoed through the Heart Chamber.
Through the Rift.
Through the Graveyard of Worlds.
Through realities themselves.
And the moment it was spoken—
The Devourer screamed.
Not roared.
Not laughed.
Screamed.
A sound of pure rage.
Pure hatred.
Pure pain.
Darkness exploded from the Heart.
The entire Citadel shook violently.
Several walls cracked.
Ancient pillars collapsed.
Outside, alarm bells rang throughout the Sanctuary.
Yet nobody looked away.
Nobody moved.
Because for the first time—
The impossible had happened.
The Devourer had reacted.
Not as a force of nature.
Not as a cosmic catastrophe.
But as a person.
A wounded person.
Emily stared.
Her heart raced.
Because suddenly everything felt different.
The monster wasn't merely an endless void.
It had a name.
A history.
A past.
And somehow—
That terrified her more.
Solarius remained standing beyond the Rift.
Calm.
Unmoving.
Golden light surrounded him like a second sun.
