Lynn stood on the bridge, his body as motionless as a steel spike driven into the floor.
On the deck behind him, the two mindless tyrants cloned from Thanos's and Darkseid's remains let out low, muffled roars.
They instinctively sensed the hostility permeating this space. Their muscles bulged, and dark red Omega Beams churned wildly within their eye sockets.
Lynn ignored his two enforcers.
His gaze pierced the dissipating thunderstorms and purple-black mist, reaching deeper into the distance.
There, waste from the River of Time lay piled in mountains.
This forbidden death zone, which even the TVA dared not enter lightly.
Opened its gates to this newly ascended multiversal creator, after leaving them sealed for countless epochs.
The warship Miracle tore through the outer purple-black mist and hovered in a deathly silent void.
Beyond the bridge's bone-framed viewport lay a sight capable of driving any god of a single universe insane.
There were no galaxies, no stars-only an endless ocean of wreckage.
A fragment of floating continent spanning more than a million square kilometers stretched across the warship's port bow.
Ruins of magnificent golden palaces stood upon it, while the broken remnants of the Bifrost glimmered faintly in the chaos.
It was Asgard, utterly erased from some pruned timeline.
Farther to the right, a cracked Mjolnir floated silently amid a belt of rubble;
a Superman cape, stained with dried blood and riddled with unmistakable bullet holes, hung like a torn sack from the wreck of an alien warship.
Fragments of Earth from different parallel universes, discarded Sentinel shells, shriveled limbs of dimensional demons.
These beings and objects had once wielded immense power across their respective branches of time.
Now the TVA had bundled them all up as worthless trash and dumped them into this graveyard in the void.
As Lynn