The Cradle of Godslayers

When the dark matter storm tore through the seventh dimensional barrier, Alys' arrow was lodged in the Pope's mechanical heart. The weapon—forged from chronosand and anti-code—quantized suddenly, fracturing into twelve luminous streams piercing parallel universes. She saw another Alys incinerating Church archives at the Abyss' depths, a Cinder successfully implanting viruses into the Prime Womb's core, and at the farthest dimensional edge, a white-haired Kaine nurturing newborn bioluminescent seas with nebula sigils.

"You dare... taint holy Chronosand..." The Pope's mechanical form disintegrated into nanite swarms, each insect's compound eyes projecting Alys' tampered memories. As the swarm coalesced into the Confession Cannon's ultimate form, Kaine's energy wings inverted—he ripped the nebula sigils from his back, channeling the dark matter ocean's tidal forces into Alys' chrono-bow.

The bowstring hummed. Twelve Alys variants across realities released simultaneously. Arrows converged into a singularity within dimensional interstices, compressing the Pope's swarm-body into elementary particles. But victory faded as ruptured spacetime imploded—Prime Womb labs across realities emitted distress pulses, millions of embryonic shrieks merging into an entropic surge.

Alys grasped Kaine's tattered wings in quantum turbulence, Cinder's final command flashing across her retinas: "Find Chronosand's origin. Rewrite the Godslayer's birth." A dark matter path crystallized beneath her, leading to the Church's deepest secret—the Chronoforge crafted from the First Godslayer's skull, its boiling amber liquid being reality's source code.

"This... is where all pain began." Alys' vines pierced the forge. Symbiote plants fruited, each chronosand-bearing pod revealing a universe's birth. When Kaine touched the forge with his sigils, they witnessed the First Lab 30,000 years prior—young Cinder injecting anti-virus into chronosand ore before Church guards shot through his lung.

"He was never a failure..." Kaine's silver sand formed spectral hands crushing a Pope's skull. Alys' bow evolved, its arms etched with all cosmic star charts. As the first chronosand arrow launched, the First Lab materialized—bleeding Cinder pressing the purge button, permanently etching anti-code into chronosand's essence.

Collapsing spacetime froze. Millions of embryonic screams transformed into newborn cries. Prime Womb ruins bloomed with neon flora. Every Alys smiled, their bows morphing into seeders scattering chronosand across quantum seas.

As the final dimensional rift sealed, Kaine's sigils dimmed. His body regressed to primordial bioluminescent particles, coalescing into an infant shape in Alys' palm. In the new universe's dawn, Cinder's white-haired specter emerged from the Chronoforge, placing a clay doll by the glowing shore:

"This time... we outran the Church..."