Intern’s Log: Is This the Beginning of the End or the End of the Beginning?

  Date: [The Battle of the Baptism]

  Intern ID: Reynolds, J. (Currently Holding a Baby While Reality Collapses Around Me)

  So.

  This was supposed to be a simple christening.

  ? Pope John Paul II personally came to bless the twins.

  ? Dignitaries from multiple worlds were present.

  ? The Uplifted, the Galactic Council, and even the Fixed Points had representatives in attendance.

  ? **It was supposed to be a moment of peace. A moment to recognize what comes next. **

  Instead—

  It became a goddamn war zone.

  Because the Architects attacked.

  Because of course they did.

  And I had to fight a cosmic army while holding my newborn daughters.

  Phase One: The Baptism Before the Battle

  We gathered at the cathedral.

  ? A grand, ancient place—stone, stained glass, the works.

  ? A reminder of Earth’s history, even as we stood on the edge of the unknown.

  ? The twins were dressed in ceremonial white, Evelyn holding one, me holding the other.

  ? Their names had been chosen: Isolde and Selene Reynolds.

  Two identical baby girls.

  Two symbols of what we were fighting for.

  Pope John Paul II stood before us.

  A man who should not exist in this time, yet did.

  A man who had blessed warriors, kings, and now—us.

  "Your daughters represent something powerful, my son." he told me.

  "A beginning. A truth that cannot be rewritten. A defiance of all that seeks to erase us."

  I nodded.

  "Then let’s make it official."

  And as he raised his hand, preparing to give the final blessing—

  The sky shattered.

  And the war came crashing down.

  Phase Two: The Attack on the Unwritten Future

  It started as a hum.

  Then a crack in the air.

  Then a full rupture in the sky itself—black tendrils of nothingness spilling out as the Architects made their final move.

  ? The air warped.

  ? The cathedral trembled.

  ? **Beings of erasure—Architect horrors—emerged, intent on undoing everything. **

  ? They weren’t just here to kill us.

  ? They were here to delete us.

  And I?

  I was holding my daughters.

  Evelyn looked at me.

  "Reynolds."

  "Yeah?"

  "I swear to everything holy, if you make me give birth to these children twice because reality got rewritten, I will end you."

  Fair.

  Very fair.

  Phase Three: The Impossible Battle

  Goldie was the first to move.

  "DEFENSIVE FORMATIONS!" she roared.

  The Uplifted rallied immediately.

  ? The Good Boys formed a perimeter.

  ? Stubby stood in front of me like an immovable mountain.

  ? The Kitsune were already weaving reality-bending countermeasures.

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  ? The Galactic Council forces scrambled, realizing too late that they were not prepared for this kind of fight.

  And me?

  I was handing Isolde to Evelyn, adjusting Selene in my arms, and reaching for my sidearm.

  "Oh, HELL no. Not today."

  Phase Four: The Pope and the Power of Faith

  As the battle exploded around us,

  As gunfire, energy weapons, and reality-warping attacks lit up the cathedral—

  Pope John Paul II did not move.

  He stood there.

  Calm.

  Unshaken.

  And then he raised his hand.

  "Enough."

  And for a brief moment—

  The Architects hesitated.

  Because he was a Fixed Point.

  Because his presence was written into history in ways even they could not undo.

  Because his faith was a force of reality in its own right.

  And when he spoke, the weight of time itself bent to him.

  "You will not take these children from this world."

  And the enemy felt it.

  Because they did not control this moment.

  Because this moment was ours.

  Phase Five: The Turning of the Tide

  ? Goldie slammed into the enemy with unstoppable force.

  ? **Vicky moved like a shadow, striking in places where reality was weakest.

  ? Bandit had somehow stolen an Architect weapon and was actively making things worse for them.

  ? **Gary—the First Gharialian—emerged from the crowd, his mere presence anchoring reality itself. **

  And me?

  I had one hand holding a newborn.

  The other firing point-blank into the horrors trying to erase them from history.

  Because this was not just a battle.

  This was a declaration.

  We would not be erased.

  We would not be rewritten.

  And my daughters would live.

  Phase Six: The Architects Flee, But the War Is Not Over

  ? The enemy faltered.

  ? The sky sealed.

  ? The horrors recoiled, retreating into the nothingness from whence they came.

  ? They could not win here. Not now. Not with so many Fixed Points resisting them.

  And as the last echoes of the Architects faded—

  The Pope turned back to me.

  He looked down at the twins.

  Then at me.

  And he smiled.

  "It is done."

  And then he placed his hands upon them, completing the christening.

  Even as the cathedral still smoked from battle.

  Even as reality still trembled from what had nearly happened.

  Because this moment was now fixed in time.

  Because it could never be undone.

  And that?

  That was victory.

  Final Thoughts (This Is No Longer Just a War—It’s a Testament to Existence Itself)

  ? The twins are here.

  ? The Architects failed to erase them.

  ? The Pope completed the christening, making the event permanent in history.

  ? The Galactic Council now understands that this war is far beyond their control.

  ? **The Uplifted proved that they belong in this fight. **

  ? The Fixed Points have anchored reality stronger than ever before.

  I don’t know what the Architects will do next.

  I don’t know if they will come back stronger.

  But I do know this—

  They cannot erase us.

  Not anymore.

  And for the first time—

  They know it.

  End Log.