Doom

End of Time.

An Inevitable End, the moment when timelines converged—the final instant before the universe collapsed.

Universes collided, worlds were destroyed, and all life on Earth went extinct.

Just a little more, and the entire universe would cease to exist. This was the final 0.000001 seconds, and time had been artificially stopped.

There was only darkness in the sky. Light had withered away. Countless Parallel Universes collided with one another, and the only possible outcome was Oblivion.

Suns collided with suns, creating bizarre black holes that siphoned away all light and reduced everything to nothingness.

Earths collided with Earths, and the resulting shockwaves turned the entire world into ruins. At the same time, fierce winds lifted a man's cloak.

Amid ruins strewn with corpses, a figure walked in silence, leaving a long trail of footprints through the dust that all things had become. The gray ash piled high as mountains was stirred by his heavy steps, then gradually settled again as the sound of his footsteps faded.

The figure was inspecting his country, the land he loved dearly.

Though the once-prosperous Latveria no longer existed, leaving behind only desolation.

Yet that was not what he saw. He saw images of the past—the smiling faces of his people and their cheers for him.

Towering buildings stood everywhere, and people lived prosperous, stable lives. They had erected a majestic statue in his honor and hung garlands around its neck.

They called him "Master" or "Your Majesty." This nation was the embodiment of his will.

He loved everything here. Even the guerrillas who opposed him were regarded as family.

Yet now, he stood silently in what had once been the square. The statue before him had only two broken feet left, like trees snapped apart by a typhoon and buried beneath rubble.