As Rowena gestures, the light of a hundred thousand souls stream into him.
And then…
He hears them.
Screaming.
Shouting.
In agony.
In fear.
Ripped from their homes or from the Veil.
The thousands of souls pours into him. The Vessel for all. To save the world from the Darkness. The Last Hope.
He gasps at the vast weight of the souls. He bares them, as Atlas bore the Sky.
But the weight, in its immenseness, is insignificant. Absorbing thousands of souls is meager, compared to the forty years of torture poured on his soul in Hell.
It's trifling, to hear them scream, as he walks to confront Amara. But how can she not hear them with how loud they are? He drones out the screams, focusing on the scene before him, as he watches God and his sister talk it out. Witnessing the forgiveness and understanding passing between the Alpha and Omega. The world is still standing and he is filled with voices.
And then…
They are gone, and it is only his voice.
"…Mom?"