Endless Possibilities

The war was still echoing across fractured realities, but we had already chosen our path.

We weren’t just fighting to save the world.

We were creating something new.

The remnants of Zachary’s twisted plan still lingered in the air. Fiction and reality… had touched. Their borders were cracked, stitched back together by Nxy’s raw will, Angelica’s stabilizing light, and Metilda’s authority over the very fabric of reality. But the scar would never truly fade.

And maybe that was okay.

Because scars tell stories.

I stood atop the highest point of the Eternal World—above space, past time, where even definitions faded into silver dust.

Behind me were my friends.

Jupiter floated, glowing with inner strength. He had pushed himself beyond mortality and now represented possibility itself.

Nxy, glowing with scripts and rewritten pages, holding the book of reality like a conductor holding a baton.

Angelica, her crown burning with truth and love, commanding the very right to exist.

Metilda, reborn as the Absolute, stitched dimensions together like a divine weaver of cosmos.

And me?

I was still Mona.

But I had become… a Mona who embraced all versions of herself.

The void-born girl. The redefined goddess. The storyteller and the story.

We stood over the new seed—the Core of Tomorrow.

A pure concept, unshaped.

It pulsed with endless possibility.

“Ready?” Jupiter asked.

I took a breath, feeling countless timelines brushing against my soul.

“No. But let’s do it anyway.”

We placed our hands on the seed.

I didn’t shape it alone. None of us did.

We poured in memories, pain, laughter, fear, love—hope. We didn’t just repair the worlds that were lost.

We gave them a future.

One we wouldn’t control.

Children would be born in these new worlds.

Ones who would never know what we did to get here.

And that’s exactly what we wanted.

They would dream without chains. Love without erasure. Question without punishment. Rise without war.

A world where nothing was written in stone.

Where possibility never ends.

As the new universes began to bloom across the sky like constellations of light and purpose, I turned to my friends.

“Let’s not be gods anymore,” I whispered.

They smiled. Not as queens, legends, or goddesses—but as people.

We walked into the stars together.

Not to rule them.

But to leave them behind.

Endless Possibilities.

A future not decided by power.

But by choice.