As the Primordial Hunger's evolved presence began to manifest beyond the dimensional barriers, Reed felt something shift within his cosmic awareness that had nothing to do with external threats. The patterns he had been detecting, the tactical analyses that had kept him alive through two decades of impossible battles, suddenly crystallized into a understanding that made his blood freeze with implications that extended far beyond immediate survival.
His limitations weren't obstacles to overcome—they were preparations for this exact moment.
"The Wounded Wisdom," he whispered, his voice carrying harmonics that seemed to resonate through every scar, every failure, every moment of inadequacy that had defined his existence. "I understand now."
