CROWNED BY BLOOD
I watched through the scrying pools as a vampire queen, one whose cruelty had been legendary, chose to spare a hunter who had slaughtered dozens of her kind, using the moment to teach her people that mercy was not weakness but the highest form of strength.
What had once been a fragmented multiverse perpetually teetering on the edge of self-destruction was slowly, miraculously stabilizing. The cracks between worlds were healing. The wounds that had festered for millennia were finally beginning to close.
Connection was replacing fear.
Wisdom was tempering raw strength.
We were healing, collectively and individually.
With the multiverse breathing easier, drawing life-giving air into cosmic lung