Parker's form flickered between existence and something beyond it, his body cracking like porcelain under the weight of cosmic forces that were reshaping him from the inside out. Each fracture revealed glimpses of raw power beneath—not light, not darkness, but the fundamental energy that held realities together.
The cracks would seal, then reappear seconds later as his very essence struggled to contain what he was becoming.
The palace trembled. Not from earthquakes or external force, but from the chaotic energies radiating from its master. The Origin Family leaders stood in respectful silence around him, their own forms flickering with instability from proximity to such overwhelming power.
Even they, in all their cosmic authority, appeared diminished and fragile in the wake of what Parker had undertaken.
Nyxavere maintained a shield around her father, her omniscient mind calculating and recalculating the energy output required to contain him.
