Jonah sat on the platform. His body was shaking from how completely tired he was. He had poured every single bit of his energy, his focus, and his soul into this one, single act of creation. It had taken everything he had.

In front of him, floating silently above the raised platform, was the result. It looked like a flawless, dark orb. It was not a cocoon. It was a singularity. A point of impossible power, carrying a new, cosmic life within it.

The team could only watch.

Draven, who had fought armies and monsters, couldn't help but take a step back. "What is that thing?" he whispered.

"It's the egg," Vanessa whispered, her eyes wide as she stared at the impossible, floating object. "But it's... it's completely stable. The energy readings are a flat line. It's like it's not even there."

Her words seemed to be a trigger. They seemed to activate it. A small point of light appeared on the surface of the black sphere.

Then, a line of white starlight silently traced its way across the dark surface of the orb.

There was no sound. There was no loud explosion.

There was only a blinding flash of pure starlight.

The team quickly put their hands up to cover their eyes. The light was not hot or harsh. It felt clean and impossibly bright.

When the powerful light faded, they slowly brought down their arms. They were blinking as their eyes tried to adjust to the dim light of the room.

The sphere of darkness was gone.

And the creature that floated in its place was the most bizarre and alien thing any of them had ever seen.

It was a being that did not belong in their world. It was a creature born from the stars.

Its body was clear and jelly-like, just like the Sunken Void-Jelly had been. It seemed to have no clear top or bottom, no head or tail. But it was not empty. Within its glowing, and transparent form was not flesh or organs, but a living, moving galaxy that was caught in a graceful motion. Swirling clouds of purple and blue nebula gas moved slowly within it. And tiny, bright points of white light pulsed with a gentle energy.

It had no limbs, no claws, no fangs. But from its sides, two huge sails of pure, liquid light opened up. They were the wings of the Solar Moth, redesigned not as wings to fly in the air, but as solar sails, designed to catch the invisible winds of space.

It had no eyes, face or mouth. But Jonah could feel its awareness. He could feel it observing the room, not with eyes, but by the way it gently warped the space around it, a constant beat of the Phase Spider's power.

It was not a beast. It was not a monster.

It was a living comet. A small space cloud given a gentle and lonely life.

It was the most impossible, and the most beautiful, thing Jonah had ever created.

A new prompt, the most powerful and strange one he had ever received, appeared in his mind. It was a class of power he didn't even know existed.

[Nexus Synthesis Complete. Grade-6 Progeny Created: Star Traveler.]

The prompt showed what it could do. They were not skills for fighting or a battlefield. They were skills for surviving the endless darkness between worlds.

[Primary Skill: Void Shell.] A complete defense against pressure, temperature, and radiation.

[Secondary Skill: Solar Sail.] A propulsion system powered by starlight and cosmic energy.

[Tertiary Skill: Spatial Sense.] A way to see and move around in space with no gravity, in all directions.

[Quaternary Skill: Starlight Lance.] A focused, long-range beam of pure, condensed starlight. A weapon for a war among the stars.

The creature floated silently in the middle of the room, its inner cosmos swirling with a slow and gentle movement. It was a being of immense power, a creature whose existence broke all the rules of nature that anyone knew.

Jonah slowly and shakily got to his feet. He felt a new, strange connection in his mind. It was not the rage of Maul or the playful speed of Nyx. This connection was immense and impossibly lonely. It felt like a creature that saw distances not in feet and miles, but in lightyears. A creature that would likely live for ages and ages.

He had created a being that would live longer than him, his children, and his entire civilization. The thought of it was both humbling and terrifying.

He took a step closer. The creature seemed to feel his presence, and the swirling nebula within its body pulsed with a gentle light. It was a silent greeting. A quiet way of saying it knew its maker.

He needed a name for it. A name for a wanderer. A lonely traveler of the great, dark sea.

"Your name," Jonah whispered, the words feeling small and insignificant in the face of such a cosmic being. "Is Nomad."

The creature pulsed again, a slow, gentle wave of light. It had accepted its name.

"It's... beautiful," Ariana's voice came over the comms, her usual, composed tone filled with a profound, almost spiritual awe.

"It's our only hope," Seraph said, her voice was low and sad, a harsh reminder of the war they were still fighting.

They had done it. They had built their miracle. They had forged a creature of starlight and shadow, a living key that could unlock the door to their final battlefield.

But as Jonah stared at his alien creation, he felt an unexpected wave of sadness. He had built this creature for war. He had designed it to be a weapon.

But as he looked at it, at its peaceful and lonely grace, he knew that he had created a being that was meant for so much more. He'd created a traveler, a wanderer. And now, he was about to ask it to be a warrior.

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