Neo pulled his hand away from the withered shell of the dead Omniverse. He turned to face his three wives.
"There is nothing left inside this sphere," Neo said. "When I destroyed the old Grand Reality, I broke down its matter and repurposed its soul into something greater. This creature does not repurpose anything. I reached my senses into the core of this husk, and I did not even find the lingering echo of a single atom or a forgotten god. The tree digested the history, the time, and the very possibility that life ever existed within these borders. It turned an infinite playground of magic and mortal ambition into a hollow shell of dry dust, leaving it hanging here solely because the empty rind has no nutritional value left to offer."
Noir stepped closer to the edge of the branch and looked down at the pulsing vine attached to the dead sphere.
