The silence was deafening. The overwhelming clash of powers had stilled the digital chaos, and the world around Ethan felt eerily calm. His pulse was loud in his ears, each beat thudding like a war drum in the vast nothingness. He stood frozen, his hand still glowing with the energy of his last attack. His father's spectral figure loomed before him, and the Entity... it had stopped moving. The oppressive presence that had haunted him for so long now hung in the air, waiting.
Eve stood beside him, her form flickering erratically. She had been a part of this entire ordeal, but now, something about her presence seemed different—distant, almost as if she were being pulled away by some unseen force. He could feel her—feel her thoughts—fading, like a signal lost in the static of the universe.
"Ethan... no..." Eve's voice was barely a whisper, almost drowned out by the heavy, suffocating silence. "You're making a mistake."
