The weight of his new knowledge was heavy. Ryan felt like a kid who had accidentally stumbled into the big boss's office and read a secret file titled "Everything Is Broken and It's Your Job to Fix It."
For a full day, he just sat in the Core Chamber, watching the silent, swirling map of the god Verse, trying to wrap his head around it all. The Reality Schism. The Prime Weaver. His own strange, unique power. It was a lot to take in.
He decided not to tell anyone else. Not yet. How could he? How could he walk up to Chris and say, "By the way, the universe is broken, and we're the interdimensional janitors hired to clean up a mess made by god-like beings of pure light"? Chris would probably just blink, scratch his head, and ask if that meant they were getting paid extra.
He spent his time exploring the Weaver's systems, learning more about his new role. He was no longer just a player pressing buttons. He was a user with administrator access.
