The tremble didn't fade.
It grew.
Ripped.
Unfolded.
The silence that had once cradled Adam like a forgotten memory now recoiled—like it knew what was about to be born.
And then it happened.
One flicker.
Then another.
Then a dozen.
All around him, the void began to split—but not from violence. From intention.
Echoes stepped out.
Each one… him.
Same eyes. Same weight. Same fury held back only by sheer control. They moved as one. Not like soldiers.
But like aspects.
Of a mind that had shattered itself on purpose.
Adam opened his eyes slowly, golden irises glowing with something vast.
Something new.
Each version of him blinked into place—some cloaked in red, others in black, others shifting with smoke and light. They radiated calm precision.
One drifted toward a fading star system to scan timelines.
Another shot through a gap in space, chasing scent trails of erased events.
