Null Zone – Where Timelines Die
There exists a place where broken timelines are discarded—failed universes, paradox loops, aborted reboots. They call it the Null Zone.
Damien went willingly.
Here, he saw what he had become across infinite tries. A god. A tyrant. A martyr. A ghost.
In the center of it all sat a throne—not forged, but assembled from shattered seconds and dead realities. It whispered to him in infinite dialects:
"Take your seat, Echo King."
But another voice cut through. Lyra, bleeding from the mind, stepping through a collapsing portal.
"You sit on that throne, you become the fracture."
Damien touched the armrest.
Time blinked.
Reality screamed.