That instant of oh crap was gone when I blinked, finding myself standing in the corridor outside the door to Rome, that black spark still hovering before me, making no move to join me or find a host, just hovering and waiting like something still had to happen.
And I wasn't alone with that spark, Cadence at my side, gaping as I did, the complement of Roman gods and goddesses, Juno among them, huddled in a terrified mass nearby, staring at the place where the door to their home realm used to be.
Now a maw of a black hole slowly sealing itself while the Crosspath healed the gash in its stone walls until it was smooth and clear again.
Rome was no more, Jupiter dead thanks to his own stupidity and the spark of Chaos I'd sought?