Chapter 100 The Celestial Graveyard

• Emerging from the Cosmic Veil was like stepping out of a frigid, psychological storm into a profound calm. The ship, once a vessel of defiance, now felt like a sanctuary of unbreakable unity. The team, their faces etched with the lingering echoes of their vanquished fears, looked at each other with a new, quiet understanding. They had faced their inner demons and proven that the Web of Light was not just an external network, but an internal bond of unyielding hope.
• The ancient map, their only guide to the Wellspring of Creation, now pointed them toward a breathtaking, yet deeply unsettling, sight. Before them was a vast, sprawling region of space where stars had long since died, and galaxies had been shattered. This was no ordinary cosmic void; it was a Celestial Graveyard, a place filled with the ethereal, ghostly remnants of realities that had been unmade in primordial conflicts lost to time. It was a place of profound, lingering sorrow.
• "The map's path is a series of delicate, shimmering pathways," Kael reported, his sensors detecting not physical objects, but subtle, residual energy fields. "They trace the boundaries of these ancient, shattered realities. Any deviation could… awaken them."