"So I guess our job here is done."
Grey nodded, his gaze calm as he watched the newborn universe expand. "The inconsistencies have disappeared, the universe can finally develop naturally."
Alissa quietly watched the newly born stars, their light flickering like distant candles in the void.
Alan then waved his hand, and Reality Ship appeared once more.
The enormous vessel quietly floated before them, its silver hull gleaming against the backdrop of creation.
The three boarded it.
The hatch slowly closed behind them, sealing away the view of the infant cosmos.
Moments later reality tore open, a rift forming in the fabric of existence itself.
The ship exited the newborn universe.
The moment they left, Grey suddenly narrowed his eyes.
He felt something and once he observed it more carefully, he froze.
Someone was standing outside the universe.
