To End in Peace

The process has been repeating itself for a day now, and soon the energy levels will reach critical, tearing the very universe apart with it.
Then it is time to leave, farewell my friend, perhaps we will meet each other again, perhaps the Ancients were right after all about life following death...
Perhaps, Raereokk nodded slowly, goodbye Malaikasj, may your ship be swift and you piloting true.
With that Malaikasj turned and headed down the worn path, back toward the city where the remainder of his race had gathered in wait to board The Great Ship.
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Hours Passed
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Raereokk the Seventh Seeker of Truth glanced at the chronometer, it had reached the 20th hour. The Great Ship had lifted off, gracefully flying over the ancient and worn landscape before gently rising into the air and disappearing in the glare of the Singularity. There would be nowhere for the ship to run, eventually the shock wave from the destruction of the Singularity would overcome them, it was only a matte r of time.
Maybe days or weeks, maybe even months or years, but eventually the wave would get the better of Sentiences last noble hope. And there it would all end. But Raereokk felt no fear, no regret, only a deep sadness. Sadness that it was ending, his time was over, and no one would be left to mourn the loss. But perhaps from the ashes of this existence a new universe would be created, with all new life and Sentience, or even he would be reborn, reliving it again, in an endless cycle. But now his thoughts ceased as he saw the Singularity begin to change, it shifted from white to a glowing red, and it began to expand. The Singularity became a titanic fireball; an explosion infinity greater than the most violent of supernovae. Raereokk did a quick calculation in his head: the expansion was moving at many millions of times the speed of light. The Great Ship had no hope of escape, it would be inundated in the pure vacuum energy cascading from the Singularity along with what little matter remained in the uni verse. Raerokk The Seeker sat upon a small flat rock. He took a moment to reflect on how smooth the rock was, how worn with age it was. He traced his fingertips over its surface and closed his eyes.
For the briefest of instants he felt a searing heat, and through closed eyelids saw a blinding light.
Then darkness.