Taghiat reluctantly, disgruntledly took Michael's hand. Mark took Michael's hand as well. This moment made him reminisce back to the time when he first held Michael's hand, aboard the Xir'algath mothership.
Honing his Focus, Mark reached out to the energies within the egg, and concentrated on freeing them.
Suddenly, the Egg began cracking open. The energies began fighting to break free from the shell in which they were imprisoned.
Then, with that the energies exploded from the egg as it was destroyed.
An audible sigh of relief could be heard upon the egg's destruction. Perhaps it may have been the energies. Nobody would know for certain.
The energies proceeded to disperse themselves throughout The Multiverse, their streams touching and healing all corners of existence. Mending all damages, harmonizing all conflicts.
Meanwhile on the Battlefield, The Xir'algath felt a fog lift up within their minds. Like they had awoken from a long dream.
All the Fallen Angels, including Donatello and The Five Heavenly Kings, were cured of their corruption and returned back to their normal angelic forms. They all looked around in confusion, wondering what was happening.
The Primortia Lucis, Chao Umbra, Incelebratus Thread, Crimson Realm and Anchor were all subsequently destroyed. For The Five Energies no longer existed individually anymore. Now, they were all united together as one single energy: The Source.
Everyone would then be returned from The Architect's realm, from The Throneworld, from The Realm of Death. They now found themselves in The Realm of Life.
"It is done."
Michael said, with an affirmative nod.