Tyron saw the infinite possibilities of creation rattling by. Worlds teaming with life, conveying beauteous abundance forever. Worlds absent of life, sublime in their still, unseen vistas. Worlds with something rather like life but didn't quite seem to quite qualify in his eyes. He found himself laughing as he passed by a particular nearby world full of moving polyhedrons made of a variety of stone he didn't recognise.
"So weird," he thought to Kir.
"So bigoted," the sword huffed, though he could tell it wasn't too mad.
And then, finally, they neared his own world. Where Rathina awaited. Where Seth awaited. The dragons. Everything he loved. He saw himself reflected endlessly, as though in a hall of mirrors. The variations were slight at first, then spiralled into unrecognizability. Here, he had red fur. There, he taught in a school for promising heroes. Then, he worked at a coffee shop, still a teacher, somehow. Then, sitting at a laptop in hoodie and sweatpants, scrolling through pages upon pages of stories about a stranger rather like himself. The symphony of creation, ever-spreading, ineffable in its results.
He spun out into his own world, balletically regaining his balance. It was the same range of hills he had emerged into a few weeks prior. Same sharp, blocky features. In other words, the same familiar beauty. Seth came up and he hugged him tightly. The brown-haired builder staggered away in the aftermath of the Dragoknight's grip.
He laughed out some parting words and a promise to see Tyron again soon as he gathered his things and set out for a temporary shelter he had built on a nearby hill. A temporary shelter which was already transforming into a lavish villa.
The dragons swept by in low, ordered formation: a sign of respect. Glowstar was at their head. Tyron saw him nod and smirk in the split-second he passed near enough to see. And on they went, out toward the horizon. Some destined for the End. Some for the stars. Some for deep caves packed with gold and jewels. Free and fair and fanciful. Just as he had fought for.
He heard the crunch of a furtive footstep on grass behind him but did not turn. He smiled uncontrollably, knowing well who it would be. Rathina, his other half. The best girl he ever could have met. He felt her hand on his shoulder, and she pulled him. He closed his eyes.
As he felt his body swing around, Tyron took a moment to think on his time in Nexus. It had been a time of despair. A time where he had feared that all this world had been destroyed. A time when he had worried what the Entity might achieve. What Freak might achieve. Kay. Shadow. The Book.
And yet it had also been a joyous time. So many friends he would never otherwise have known. Astro with his perpetual snark. Kay's oscillation between cruel, vapid grandeur and disarming sincerity. Fire's sturdy, calm leadership. Warnado's mere existence. Lucy being unreasonably nice all the time. Steve, Jennifer, Destiny, David, Urist, Voidblade, Amanda, Fristad, and so many others.
These names, these faces, these people, would live eternal in his heart. But their time together was done. The spinning stopped. He opened his eyes.
Dark hair. Chestnut eyes. The smirk still unbroken. He kissed her, and after a blissful eternity, they drew apart.
"So," she said. "How about it, then?"
"Hm?" He pressed, eyes glowing with warmth.
"The plains biome? The little farm? Giving away bread for free? Still down for it, or do you still have that wanderlust?"
Tyron looked back in the direction he knew civilization was in. Seth's nascent villa, with a minecart track leading back somewhere populous. Then his head involuntarily turned, out toward the cold, stark peaks of a snow-capped mountain range. The sun drifted down towards it, rendering it in less and less detail as it went, but only increasing its mythic allure.
He cast an eye down at Kir, his smile creeping outwards. After a brief communion, he cocked an eyebrow at Rathina.
"Maybe one last adventure, to tide us over?"
She brushed a hand down his arm.
"I'm happy with whatever we do. So long as we do it together."
She took a firmer grip.
"That okay with you?" She asked.
He leaned in and kissed her again. Soft, sweet, and endless. Then, at the end of endlessness, he took her by the hand, and they set off into infinity.