Being saved by dumb luck.

Max began to wake up from some of the best sleep he'd had in a long time. As his mind rose to wakefulness, Max felt his body start to ache and throb. Cracking his eyes open he could see he was under the covers of his own bed. He wasn't sure how he got there, but he was feeling pretty glad this is where he ended up after what he'd just experienced. He knew the pale-green eternity had happened, but remembering it felt hazy in his mind. Figuring that out would come later, Max started to take inventory of himself to make sure he was still in one piece. Looking down, just to make sure he still had them, Max watched to make sure he wiggled his toes and raised his arms. It ached to move them at all, but Max was glad he could feel them at all. Glad he wasn't missing any major limbs, the next thing Max did was reach over with a sore arm and grab his dick. It burned a little to move his arm, but worth it when his hand wrapped around his thick monster cock, just as big as he remembered it, while deflated at least.

As Max laid back in his bed, he heard hurried footsteps coming down the hall towards his room. Whatever happened, he was just glad everything seemed to work out, and he'd figure out what went wrong later.

Verdant green eyes closed over a contented smile as she laid back on her own lavishly massive bed. That mortal had to have been born under the star of a lucky fool, and she was immensely grateful for it. His own misuse of the device had nearly caused himself and his entire reality to be shattered for all eternity. If that had happened, she would have been set back untold centuries as she tried to find another perfect vessel in another dimension for her plans.

Thankfully, he had been making the perfect kind of error for her to capitalize on. The fractures in his own reality had made it significantly easier for her to make her own changes as she mended his broken body. She was sure he wouldn't mind, considering she now saved his life in the process. If anything, the little things could just be considered 'side effects' from his salvation.

She really couldn't believe her own luck with how perfectly her work had gone. While the youngling still hadn't expanded his growing brood to the inquisitors, his cousin, or those delectable little demonic abominations yet, those had been a delightful surprise. That could be done in the future. She had what she needed for now. Thankfully all of her preparations had been better than perfect, the massive ritual circles would have to be prepared again, but after several millennia of working on them, it would be child's play to reset them for the next change. The unexpected bounty she'd managed upon that had made things much easier, was with her rapidly ascending fiery maned priestess.

Those words from just before the youth made his changes created a delightful shift in the tides of probability that the reality that she wanted would be more likely to appear, a little self-manifestation. The little fib that she'd given her priestess became truth as reality tried to cope with the youth's bungling of powers beyond his comprehension.

It gave her something absolutely vital to her plans.

An immutable foundation to grow upon.

Now all she had to do was rest, regain her strength, and then prepare herself for the next steps into her glorious future.