The Perfect Aftermath

~Congratulations, Jared. Neron succeeded.~

The dark mist parted right before my eyes, and I could no longer sense any aura of Nether around me.

Everything that existed, that I could feel and sense, in the vast expanse of space… was pure Aether.

"He really achieved it." I muttered.

The Nether was gone and the threat he could ever pose to this reality—and others—was removed completely.

"Neron… really did it."

I wanted to be the one to end the Nether, but after looking at all the conditions, I realized that it could have only been achieved by Neron. I was simply a cog in the machine—a piece in the puzzle to put all the necessary conditions in place.

Surprisingly, I wasn't frustrated.

A strange sense of satisfaction washed over me as I looked towards my world from the distance where I stood.

It looked so small, yet so vast.