A full month of gentle days passed undisturbed at Myriad Heavens Manor.
This haven, set apart from countless timelines, remained forever untouched by the upheavals beyond it.
There was no clamor of war, no collapse of spacetime, no crushing weight of fate.
The Temporal Cataclysm in Sentry's universe had ended, and Earth had returned to peace.
For thirty days, life at the manor held nothing but unhurried routines, shared meals, and easy warmth.
The twenty-odd women who had fought bloody battles across universes and faced Cosmic Level collapse more than once
finally laid down the dust of war and the edge honed by a hundred battles, sinking into a rare, peaceful rest.
Once warriors in an age of turmoil, they now lived far from conflict and suffering. Their days were filled with meals, passing seasons, laughter, and one another's company.
Loren, too, had finally set aside the endless affairs of the Time Variance Authority.
He had personally set countless timelines in order, restoring every tangled chain of cause and effect.
The raging Temporal Order had settled. The currents of the Multiverse had grown calm, with no further large-scale anomalies taking shape.
He no longer had to stay on guard day and night for disturbances in spacetime or step in to suppress rules spinning out of control.
At last, he could set aside his supreme authority and spend peaceful days with the women who had stood beside him, savoring a simple happiness that had been hard won.
Throughout that month, the manor felt warm and alive. Every day brought some small comfort.
An entire month flowed by, neither quickly nor slowly, but gently.
There was no crisis, no killing, no parting, no burden. Only ordinary life and the comfort of being together.
Everyone believed the calamities across the heavens had ended