Once the truth settled in, it brought with it a strange pressure.
Vyan was the Vyan of this timeline now. No duplicates, no doubles lurking just around the corner waiting to start a paradox.
The merge had already happened, folding him into the fabric of the past like he'd always belonged. The balance of the world really hated the idea of two Vyans tinkering around, especially one who had the intention to change an already written fate.
Either way, one thing was clear: he had to live this day again.
Thankfully, it wasn't a day of complete failure.
Was it chaotic? Sure.
Was it tiring? Definitely.
But in the grand scheme of things, it had ended in their favor.
He had won. He had brought justice for his family. He had revealed the truth of the previous emperor. He had welcomed Althea on the throne as the new empress.
Things definitely went wrong. There were variables. They had gotten severely hurt. But everything turned out fine in the end. That was what mattered.
