MY CRUEL PROTECTOR
G.V.STELLARISmy cruel matethis cruel lovebloody cruel psychobeautifully cruel
He was giving them the stability they had lacked.
One by one, the ghosts of the failed worlds began to glow with a soft, steady lavender light. They were no longer flickering. They were no longer afraid.
"Go to the Light," Leo commanded, his voice sounding like the harmony of a thousand bells. "Go to the place where the Eye cannot see you."
The Echoes began to rise, not toward the Source, but toward the "Under-Grid"—the hidden reality I had used to hide the Earth. They were vanishing into the fabric of the ship’s slipstream, becoming part of the Vanguard-01’s own protective veil.