The war wound down on its own.
The Nox population got smaller and smaller, until finally, under the hands of no man but a mere common soldier among the many within the ranks of the army, the last Nox fell.
Celebrations ran wild across the entire universe. For almost a month, Grand Heavens Boundary was enveloped in the joyous atmosphere of victory, and as the people celebrated, those in higher positions took care of the aftermath of the war to make sure they could bring everything to a proper conclusion.
However, all of them were in the dark about a fact that only one man knew.
'It's already too late. The universe will die no matter what we do.'
That was the discovery Damien made by looking at every potential future presented to him in the Void.
He created countless new potential futures as he tried to see if his interference could change the outcome, but he still found himself bound by fate.