END

"Good morning, Jordan," Steve's voice roused Jordan from sleep. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing weary, half-lidded eyes. Gradually, he propped himself up to sit on his bed.

"What do you want?" Jordan's voice was faint, barely audible to Steve.

"Come on, freshen up," Steve urged.

"Just… five more minutes," Jordan mumbled, collapsing back onto the bed like a stone sinking into a river. Steve left the room with a frustrated shake of his head but returned a minute later with a bucket of water, which he unceremoniously dumped over Jordan's head.

Suddenly, Steve's eyes snapped open.

"Is this a dream?" he wondered. His pulse quickened, his breathing sharp and heavy. He lifted his gaze toward the source of the ominous sound—a harbinger of death and destruction. The stench of decay filled his nostrils. With his extensive cosmic knowledge, he realized the destroyed planet was his own. Yet, powerless to prevent its demise, it had already been erased from existence. Enraged at the knight responsible, he knew any confrontation was futile; the knight was beyond Steve's reach. Nonetheless, Steve attempted to rise, catching Saint's attention.

"Funny… didn't kill me," he rasped, voice failing him. With one last effort, he removed his bangle—slick with blood—easily from his wrist. The steel band cracked under his intense grip. With that action, Steve disappeared. Saint watched, a smile gracing his lips. Now he could rest in peace.

"He… deserves better," he thought contentedly.

AND SO THE A1 UNIVERSE WAS WIPED FROM THE CONTINUUM OF THE MULTIVERSE