The Dream hovered beside Ash, her colorful eyes wide with quiet fascination as she watched the vast expanse of Pantheos stretch out beneath them.

Below lay an endless tapestry of existence — countless worlds, star systems, and galaxies spinning in perfect harmony.

Layers upon layers of dimensions folded into one another, each one teeming with life, power, and potential.

And this moment, it marked the day the grand tapestry became nothing more than a starting point for those capable of transcending it.

She turned to Ash, her tone gentle and curious.

"How do you intend to fit eighteen Endless Realities into this... all at once? And not just any realities, but ones with layers that seem to go on forever."

Ash lounged effortlessly in midair, legs crossed as though perched on an unseen throne, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"You’ll see."

As he said that Elysia, Creara, and Unara all moved.

HUMMMM!!!!

Creara drifted forward with a relaxed smile.

"Oh Master, don’t you love to have us?" She said teasingly.

There was no need for Ash to say a word about his visions, and without delay, his divine fulfillment began.

With wide, sweeping gestures, she conjured massive structures from nothing.

First, towering pillars of dark stone and gold emerged, forming the foundation.

Then floors upon floors stacked upward at an impossible scale, each level expanding outward in elegant, spiraling architecture that defied normal space.

Elysia remained poised nearby, the Codex spread open before her.

With measured grace, her delicate hands traversed the pages, each stroke deliberate and refined, inscribing intricate structures and frameworks into being.

With every meticulously crafted line, the nascent tower gained stability, its internal architecture unfolding to encompass dimensions far greater than their outward form suggested.

Unara darted about with a burst of excited energy, channeling her control over Oculus Unus.

Her eyes glimmered as she made sure the tower could support entire realities without buckling under their immense weight, all while letting them expand freely within their designated layers.

The structure climbed higher and higher, spanning countless light-years across in width and soaring so far upward that its peak vanished into the endless void above.

It stood as a breathtaking feat of impossible design—dark, majestic, and thrumming with hidden power.

When it was complete, Ash spoke softly.

"The Tower of the Endless." He said, "All Divine Endless Realities — and those yet to come — will reside within it. The stronger the Reality, the higher its floor. At the very top... lies the final stage of existence."

The Dream stared at the colossal structure in awe, her ethereal form shimmering with wonder.

Though it looked completed from the outside, the three spirits had already vanished inside to finish the final internal components.

Ash glanced at the Dream, his voice relaxed and genuine.

"What do you think of it?"

The Dream remained silent for a long moment, her colorful, ever-shifting eyes reflecting the tower’s immense scale.

Then a soft, melodic giggle escaped her lips — light, almost disbelieving. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"You’re truly not normal," she said, shaking her head slowly. "To create something like this so casually... it’s beyond anything I’ve ever witnessed. Not just the size, but the way it feels."

She paused, her gaze growing more thoughtful as she studied him.

The ease with which he acted, paired with the strength he held, brought back something he’d mentioned earlier.

She couldn’t quite grasp why anyone would need such power, because to her...

’It feels like... he’s shaping his own existence, or trying to become one,’ she thought before speaking aloud.

"What did you mean earlier... about the Author?"

Ash’s smile lingered, but a deeper, knowing glint flickered in his golden eyes as he looked out at the freshly risen Tower of the Endless.

"Hm, the Author I mentioned earlier," he said, turning to her slowly.

"Imagine if everything — even before we were born — had been planned. Written by someone above even the Mother and Father."

----

And while Ash waited until the Tower of the Endless was completed, his wives and companions had finally begun their conquest.

However, there was one who had been on the move long before them.

A full year had passed since Nia first stepped into Reality Twelve.

Now, that Reality was long gone — reduced to nothing but a void of nothingness.

In Reality Three, inside the grand golden palace of the Gambler, a tense meeting was underway.

The remaining Ancestors of Reality Three had gathered — a small council of powerful beings who still clung to their domains.

The Gambler sat at the head of the table, his expression grim.

Beside him were several other high-ranking figures, their faces pale with fear and uncertainty.

A large projection orb floated above the center of the table, replaying the final moments of Reality Twelve’s destruction.

And.... the scene was brutal.

Nia — now known only as the Reality Devourer — stood at the center of a collapsing plane of existence.

Her long black hair whipped wildly around her as she faced two of the strongest beings in that Reality: Ancestor Wukong, a massive battle monkey covered in golden fur and radiating primal fury, and Popo, a dark-skinned figure with a calm but deadly presence, reminiscent of an ancient guardian.

ROARRRR!!!!!!

BANG!!!

BANGG!!!!!

Wukong roared, unleashing a storm of punches powerful enough to shatter stars.

Popo moved with unsettling swiftness, sending out waves of concepts meant to erase her from existence.

But, as always, if someone was of equal rank or even close in power, they could never hope to stand against one of the Ineffable.

Nia moved like a living calamity.

SHK!!

She slipped past Wukong’s blows with effortless, predatory grace, then answered with one swift, devastating slash that tore open his chest.

With Katherine’s Star in play, the wound would never cease to bleed.

Golden blood erupted as the battle monkey staggered back, eyes wide in disbelief as the light slowly faded from them.

Popo tried to intervene, but Nia simply looked at him.

HUMMMM!!!!!

A beam of pure black divinity shot from the black sun on her forehead, piercing straight through his body and erasing his existence in an instant.

With both guardians’ dead, Nia raised her hand.

HUMMMM!!!!

A massive beam of consuming energy burst from her forehead, engulfing all of Reality Twelve.

The projection revealed the final moments — from the highest plane of existence to the smallest planet, everything vanished.

When it was over, only scattered realms of pure divinity drifted through the endless void.

’Reality Three, I’m Coming’

The Gambler stared at the projection, his face pale.

He could still feel the Divinity radiating from the recording — an overwhelming, terrifying power that made his skin crawl.

One of the Ancestors slammed his fist on the table.

"That monster... she devoured an entire Reality in less than a year. And now she’s set her sights on us?"

Another voice rose, trembling.

"How do we even fight something like that?" He asked, "She’s not using mana — she’s consuming it!"

The Gambler stayed quiet for a long moment, thoughts racing.

Ash’s words from the Grand Ball echoed in his mind — that offhand warning about his "other wife," lost in her own world.

One thing was certain: only they could wield the power of Divinity.

’So, this was her... the Reality Devourer.’

He rose suddenly, voice steady and resolute.

"We’re leaving immediately... Abandon this Reality, now. Before it’s too late."

The other Ancestors stared in shock, though the fear in their eyes revealed they already knew it was the only choice.

Still... could they really abandon their homes so easily?