Amneris groaned, pushing herself to her feet and rubbing her head. That had been some blast-

She snapped to attention, looking around frantically. Nephthys was nowhere to be seen. For that matter, not much was anywhere to be seen. 

Amneris was standing on what looked like black stone. The black stone was floating on nothing and only a few metres wide in each direction. Few crumbling pillars were littered here and there, looking like there were about to fall. There was no ceiling, no walls. Amneris could see clearly in every direction. There was . . . nothing. No stars, no galaxies, no universes, no sky. A faint orange light allowed her to see where she was standing. Unsure of what else to do, she walked toward the light. 

Someone else was there, standing on the furthest edge, watching the source of light. Amneris stopped a few steps away, looking over the stranger. Appearing to notice her presence, they turned. Amneris' eyes widened. 

The stranger was made of the night, pure black skin covered in cyan and white symbols. Her eyes appeared to be made of galaxies, her makeup made of photon energy. Her clothes - if they could even be called that (one piece of cloth covering her breasts and two pieces of cloth down her legs, held together by a rope at her waist) - were made of silver starlight. A glowing diamond diadem rested on her brow, diamond anklets rest on her ankles above bare feet. Six angel-like wings spread from her back, the black 'feathers' covered in stars, galaxies, nebula, and supernovae. 

She knew who they were. 

The stranger turned back to the light. "Beautiful, don't you think?"

Amneris went to stand beside them, taking in the sight. Light of many different colours mixed, twisted, and danced as it was drawn into nothingness. It reminded her of the way light was drawn into black holes. It was, as the woman said, beautiful.

"What is it?" Amneris asked.

"The small amount of Creation that remains," the stranger answered. "It'll be gone soon enough."

"Only a matter of time," Amneris agreed.

The stranger crossed her arms. "Yes."

"What are we standing on?"

"A mix of the remains of the God Worlds. They too have fallen."

"What happened?"

A grim smile. "Time. It conquers all in the end."

Amneris faced the stranger. "All except for you."

She hummed in agreement.

"What happened to the others?"

The stranger sighed, looking down. "I released them billions of years ago. They had long, happy lives and died peacefully."

"And . . . you?"

"Time was unable to defeat me. Nothing has been able to do so since I absorbed the Weapon. Every time I do that, my fate is sealed. Perhaps the fires at the very end of Creation will do it." She smiled gently at Amneris. "My next great adventure. Perhaps the cycle will be broken this time, perhaps not." The stranger returned to watching the light. "Not long now. You should return to your own time." 

Behind them, a portal opened up, the same colour as the light which blasted her here.

Amneris made to turn away, but stopped. "Hey, if this is my fate, to absorb the Weapon and make myself into something even Time cannot defeat, something that possibly even the end of Creation can't defeat, does that mean this is my past or my future?" 

The stranger laughed, shaking her head. "I wish I had the answer. I didn't get it when it was my turn in your place. Somehow I doubt you will have it when it's your turn in mine." 

Amneris smiled. "Good luck on your next adventure. I hope it goes well."

"And good luck on yours. Many adventures yet to come. Many stories yet to tell." 

The ground begun to shake, cracks forming in the floating stone. Pillars toppled and shattered. The fires at the end of Creation burned bright, building in force to make their final attack. Their final blaze of glory. 

Amneris Topanga, the final remaining sign of life in Creation, a being older than any could remember with more power than could be measured, grinned. Properly grinned at her younger self. "You're gonna love it."