Kale didn't scream.
He should have.
His body twisted, fragmented.
Scarlet's cry echoed through the Vault as his skin burned away—not from fire, but from unreality.
Virelsa whispered:
"I made the loops to trap you. You were never supposed to evolve."
"You were meant to break."
But he didn't.
Kale looked up, even as his body vanished, even as the timelines began to collapse inward.
"You forgot something," his voice rang like thunder.
"I'm not part of your system anymore."
"I am the anomaly."
"I'm the one thing you failed to account for."
And then—
He stopped being within the loop.
He became outside of it.
A Singularity.
Where there is no rule.
No memory.
No death.
Only Kale Silva.
Power erupted from where he stood—colorless, lawless. It cracked Virelsa's erasure spell like glass and hurled her from the Vault. Her scream tore across a hundred timelines.
Scarlet collapsed as time reversed and twisted—but Kale remained.
He hovered now—no wings, no light.
Just presence.
Scarlet opened her eyes.
And for a moment, she thought she saw the universe kneel.
Kale's voice came to her—no longer as thought, but as something older.
"Scarlet."
She blinked tears.
"You're still… you."
He smiled.
"I promised I'd survive for us."
"Now I intend to do more than survive."
"I'm going to rewrite the end."