The stars are quiet now.
The galaxies healed.
No thrones, no empires, no slaves — only the hum of balance.
From the dust of a million worlds, the last spark of Rocky Eternal drifts through space, his energy faded but not forgotten.
He sees the universe thriving — a place where miners walk free under alien suns, where power serves life instead of ruling it.
He whispers softly into the void:
> "Ma… I did it."
The golden light fades into the horizon of infinity, scattering into the atoms of all creation.