We soar into the barest crack that remains, the bellow of my companion the trigger for the power bursting from us, the sword over my head erupting into a massive outward explosion of white sorcery that devours everything. I revel in it even as I accept my true destiny.
Doombringer. Light One. Wild Card of Creator.
Peace engulfs me while we die in the crushing press of the violent clash of their magic and ours.
Syd’s had to say goodbye to her beloved sweets, giving him up to be the new Creator. Depression weighs on her, the fact no one else seems to remember him. And the combination of the two Universes has changed history enough she struggles with memories that only she carries. Her family’s worries about her only make things worse. But, when Oliver comes to her and shares his fears that things aren’t over, she hunts for the final threat, knowing, as she does, her success means the end of everything.