The first lesson in humility came disguised as failure.
Reed knelt in the space between dimensions, his form flickering like a candle in a cosmic wind, as the weight of his latest attempt at communication with Nihil Prime crashed down around him. The entity's confused consciousness had recoiled from his approach, sending ripples of destabilization through three separate layers of reality. What should have been a careful diplomatic overture had become another catastrophic miscalculation.
"I can't do this," he whispered, the words tasting like ashes in his mouth. Around him, the Network pulsed with the collective concern of the Legion, but even their support felt like mockery now. How many times could he fail before the universe finally gave up on him entirely?
