Fenris, the great tentacled horror, lashed out. A whip of his tendrils batted away Vom and obliterated a dozen Smorgaz clones.

Vom pounced. His countless mouths bit Fenris’s unstable flesh. Bright orange and blue bile sprayed from the wounds. Zap’s bolts blew searing chunks off the moon god. The cloud of Smorgaz spawn dogpiled, covering everything in a squirming mass of purple.

“What are you doing?” asked Greg, though speaking was difficult with the fangs jutting from his jaws. “You’re interfering!”

Diana ignored him and the confused, twisted halfabominations of the cultists around her.

“You can’t do this,” she said to Calvin. “It’s not right.”

“You don’t understand,” he replied.

“I understand. I do, but—”

“Shut up!” Greg growled. “You have no right to speak to him. Our lord only speaks to predator, not prey.”

“Put a sock in it, Greg. If he’s going to destroy my universe, then I think someone on the con side of the argument should get a say.”

The cultists encircled Diana. The flaps circling Pogo’s sucker mouth waggled as he growled. While he was a thing as unstoppable and inconceivable as Fenris, most of his power was spent keeping Diana moving. He wouldn’t be of use for much else.

“You really don’t want to do this,” she said. “You’re still civilized human beings under there somewhere. You have to be.”

A vicious grin crossed Greg’s face. “Kill her.”

“Ah, hell.”

The furious cultists leaped into action, burying Diana beneath a swarm of claws and teeth.

Greg half-laughed, half-bayed at the sight of it.

Calvin stared inscrutably at the savage pack. Its bloodthirsty shrieks rang in his ears.

Above, Fenris shrugged off his opponents. Smorgaz spawn streaked across the atmosphere like meteors of white fire. They struck the tip of South America, disintegrating Argentina. With freshly grown tentacles, Fenris tossed Vom aside into Zap.

The cultists grew hairier, more beastly. Sharon groaned as her body shifted in Calvin’s arms.

He didn’t do anything. Just watched as the battle played out. As Fenris closed in on the moon, the change in his physical body started again. Before it went very far, though, the cultbeasts started whimpering as Diana threw off her attackers with a flurry of punches and backhands. The claws and teeth of the cult proved unable to harm Diana, and they regenerated from even the most serious injuries to bounce back to actiothe fray. Meanwhile, Diana’s monsters weren’t capable of causing much lasting injury to Fenris, but they were able to push him away from the moon.

It went like this for several minutes. Sometimes the moon god would draw closer to his goal, and the cult would change into fearsome, four-armed beasts and overwhelm Diana. Then Fenris would be pushed back, and she’d start winning.

Calvin stayed with Sharon. Each of her transformations seemed more difficult, more painful than the last. And her body was losing cohesion. Her hair fell out. The outer layer of her skin liquefied, dripping into a grayish puddle at her feet.

A beast latched on to Diana’s arm with its jaws, and she yelped. She’d felt it. Her monsters, the source of her invulnerability, were losing to Fenris. She punched the cultist and threw him across the garden, even as more advanced on her.

“What the hell am I doing?”

While her powers were almost unlimited right now, she was still too mortal to use them effectively, too bound by cause and effect. But she was tapped into Unending Smorgaz, and there was no reason to fight this horde alone.

Two dozen Diana clones materialized. They were naked and purple and their hasty assembly meant that they weren’t great conversationalists, but they were perfect for what she needed. Her personal army engaged the cultists, keeping them busy as she approached Calvin.

Diana turned to Calvin. “You have to stop this.”

He hesitated. “I can’t.”

“I know it has to stink what you’ve been through, how you’ve spent the I-don’t-know-how-many eons trapped here, just waiting for this. But you don’t have to do it this way.”

“You don’t understand. I can’t stop it. It’s not my decision.”

“Whose is it then?”

Calvin pointed to Fenris. “His.”

The tentacle horror had decided to ignore Diana’s monsters. They did their best to get in his way, but he inched closer to the moon.

“He won’t be reasoned with,” said Calvin. “He doesn’t even have reason. That’s sort of my job.”

The monsters in the sky raged. The night cracked in two, and behind the rift strange things stirred, clawing their way into the universe.

“There are lives at stake,” said Diana. “Billions of them.”

“What about me?” he asked. “I didn’t ask for this either. It just happened. Don’t I have the right to move on, to finally be free? If you stepped in an anthill and someone told you not to move your foot for fear of stepping on any more ants, would you do it?”

“It’s not the same thing.”

“Isn’t it? To you, Fenris is a monster, an incomprehenle behemoth to be feared. To him, you’re just a tiny dot on the horizon that isn’t even worth noticing. Why is your convenience worth a million ants, but mine isn’t worth a billion humans?”

“But you’re destroying my universe.”

Calvin smiled, shaking his head. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not the destroyer. You are.”

As they wrestled with her clones, the Chosen’s brittle limbs snapped off. With every wheezing breath they expelled gray clouds of their own vaporizing organs. The fight went out of them. She willed her clones to disappear, no longer having any need of them. The cultists lay on the ground, dying, along with the lush grass beneath them. Even the marble steps seemed to be crumbling into dust.

“I was never meant to be here. Your reality can’t tolerate my presence any longer. If you don’t let me leave now then your universe won’t just change. It’ll disintegrate with the thrashing fury of Fenris himself. One way or another, I’ll be leaving this world behind. The only question is what’s left in my wake.”

Diana strained her senses. She glimpsed the threads of creation frayed to the breaking point. Lesser horrors like Vom and his ilk were irritants in the ordered chaos that was everything around her. They might cause weirdness here and there, might throw things out of whack, but they were tolerable nuisances.

Fenris was different. His very existence was unbearable in the long run. The universe had kept him from destroying everything up to now, but the end of the road was here.

Her monsters managed to hold Fenris at a standstill. With every bit of their titanic power they held the moon god at bay. Fenris’s tentacles whipped desperately at the silver orb just out of his reach. If he had been just a bit smarter, he might have used those tentacles against his opponents, who were barely able to hold him in place. But his obsessive pursuit of the moon drove all such strategies from his absent mind.

Diana could see only pain and confusion reflected in Fenris’s hundred eyes. He was just an animal trying to escape from a trap, trying to find his way home.

She didn’t know what to do. Her fragile world seemed doomed. Either it would be transformed into something unrecognizable or it would be destroyed entirely.

She sat on the crumbling marble steps. It wasn’t an easy decision.

Calvin and Sharon sat beside her. Sharon’s body was holding together reasonably well, though her flesh was pale, her body thin and fragile.

If Diana had been able to change along with the universe and have her own genetic code rewritten to match the new world, she could have found some comfort in that. But whatever new reality awaited, she would still be

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