Reality stabilized briefly.
Lyra stood at the edge of collapse.
Gideon was fading.
Azael was kneeling—his divine structure cracking, authority unraveling.
And the High Null was unstable.
Everything waited.
Lyra felt it.
The lineage inside her activated fully.
Veyl-Kar Anchor Protocol: FINAL SELECTION
A voice—not hers—spoke:
"You may choose."
Become the Anchor → stabilize existence, lose self
Become the Universe → reset everything through your identity
Reject both → collapse all systems permanently
Lyra laughed once.
"…Of course it's like this."
She looked at Gideon.
At Azael.
At the dying structure of reality.
"You idiots really built everything on broken rules," she whispered.
Then she made her choice.
She stepped forward—
And placed her hand on Gideon's fading form.
"I'm not anchoring you," she said softly.
"I'm coming with you."
And activated Option 2.