Making a black hole wasn't easy, even for you.

And this was a supermassive black hole.

“Breathe,” he said gently, stepping closer. “You’ve done this a million times before, love. Don’t force it.”

The energy built in the vast expanse, loud crackling and turbulence booming in the air. With your hands outstretched, you pulled the dying star into a tighter and tighter sphere, its light dimming, its core collapsing.

"That's it love, stay with me. There you go," Axion murmured softly, a hand on your shoulder, the other slowly moving in an arc. The chaotic energy and violent pulses of your work curved inwards, feeding the star’s collapse instead of resisting it.

Sweat beaded along your brow, but with Axion with you, it felt a bit easier. Soon enough, the black hole settled, its event horizon glowing faintly as it spun in place. For a moment, the chaos and turbulence of the nebula were replaced by an eerie stillness, a quiet hum as space folded around the singularity.

Axion let his hands fall, his power dimming as he turned to you. “There,” he said softly, his expression serene. “A perfect supermassive black hole. So perfect, because of you, love.”