Epilogue

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Last chapter from The Foundation:

Meda lay broken but alive, her body burned by the divine energy she had unleashed to save the world. Nahash cradled her as the gods gathered—Chalchiuhtlicue, Xiuhtecuhtli, and the others—each realizing how close she came to annihilation. As Nahash worked ancient healing runes, the cosmic wound within Meda slowly quieted, though reality itself trembled from her actions. Above Lake Baikal, a fracture formed in the sky—an immense mirror-like rift born from the resonance of creation. The gods sensed danger as Jocasta confirmed the rift's pulse matched Meda's heartbeat, binding her life to the stability of the multiverse. When a shadow moved beyond the glass, Nahash ordered everyone into defense, realizing something was watching—and waiting. The fracture whispered through the storm, promising that whatever lay beyond had found its way to them. Across another universe, heroes and gods recognized the signal, gathering before a similar tear; and as they stepped through the light, following the call of Meda's name, two worlds began to converge.






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The sky above the Alpha-9 Compound was a pale silver that morning—muted, hushed, as though the world itself still held its breath after Baikal

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The sky above the Alpha-9 Compound was a pale silver that morning—muted, hushed, as though the world itself still held its breath after Baikal. Snow lingered faintly over the treeline, glittering beneath the low sun, and the air smelled faintly of ozone and sterile metal. The hum of landing thrusters broke the silence as the Quinjet settled into the open hangar, its engines exhaling a deep, weary sigh.

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