Published at 8th of July 2026 5:54 am

Chapter 5445: Across Time and Existence! II

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Noah turned Ryaenara’s words over slowly, weighing them against the future and against plans that were already taking shape in the quieter parts of him.

Dimensions of Existence, scattered across time and across existence itself. The possibilities in that were vast, and the moment she had said the word time, something in him had flickered and turned its attention elsewhere, toward the body he kept in THE Infiniverse, beneath the great tree that rained its endless soft mana.

He had sent Barbatos away for a little while. She had understood, and left him to the illusory screens hanging in the cerulean light, each one showing a different corner of the war unfolding across THE Braneworld.

And things were picking up with rapidity across everything!

At this time.

WAP!

Space twisted and folded, and a figure stepped out of the distortion, ancient and young at once. Amser Modred, THE Living Temporal, arrived without ceremony, and Noah kept his eyes on the screens as he spoke.

"How goes the elevation?" Noah asked. "The weaving of time with Infinity and Existence. I ask because someone just mentioned Dimensions of Existence lost somewhere out in time and existence, and I want to be certain we hold our own edge before I go chasing anyone else’s."

...!

If a question touched time in any way, Amser Modred was the answer to it, because he had lived through time in a way almost nothing else had.

He looked different now. The purple light of infinite time wrapped around a figure that had settled into the bearing of a middle-aged emperor, poised and unhurried, carrying the calm of a being who had watched ages arrive and depart. Noah had long since left some of the possibilities of Temporal Traversal in his hands, trusting him with it, because Amser understood the shape of the thing better than anyone. He understood many things.

He understood that if he ever traversed time again, the way Noah once had when he reached back to THE Earliest Folds, it would change nothing in the past, because whatever he intended to do back there had already been done by him. It was already woven into history.

The past could not be altered, because the past was always, permanently, part of what had happened. There might be entire histories Noah did not yet know he had been part of, deeds already sitting in the record with his hand on them. He simply had not traveled far enough forward in his own future to arrive at the moment of living them.

"So long as there is an anchor to the point in time we wish to reach, it remains possible," Amser said, his voice grand and measured. "You had an anchor to THE Earliest Folds and the Infinite Unfurling, forged through your own musings, and that was enough to carry you. If ever you wish to do such a thing again, the principle holds. There must be an anchor strong enough to bind you to the time you seek. There must be a destination, and there must be a purpose. Without all three, there is nothing to travel toward, and nothing to travel for."

A destination, a purpose, and an anchor.

Noah’s eyes brightened, and he tilted his head upward to gaze at THE Estuary Eye turning slowly above him.

This ancient appendage of a True Lifeform was, in a strange way, both the newest thing about him and the oldest. It had surfaced only recently, and yet it reached back through a lineage older than the framing of the age, older than THE Scales, older than nearly anything with a name. He wondered, calmly, whether a thing like that might serve as an anchor grand enough to draw him back to a time bound up with True Lifeforms themselves. An inheritance from the deep past might be exactly the tether the deep past required.

He considered it without hurry, then nodded to Amser.

"Okay," he said. "Be ready for anything. I’ll let you know if something begins soon."

He said it evenly, and Amser Modred bowed toward him, the purple light of time bending with the motion, before folding back out of existence the way he had come.

Noah let the possibilities settle in the back of his mind and returned his gaze to the illusory screens, where the final blazing light of the Gilded Ones was going out across THE Braneworld.

He watched many things at once as the minutes slipped by. Citadel after Citadel fell, some to the rolling force of THE Living Emotive’s Primordial Intent, others to THE Great Usurper, who had finally closed his Unity around a Mesozoic Scale being and bent that vast mind into his growing whole. Alexander moved between seats dropping his Osmontian Ordnances, and where they landed the Gilded lost everything at once, their Infinity and their Egos and their Observable and Unobservable Force stripped away until nothing but hollow flesh remained.

The two Paradoxes ranged across the Observable Existence together, Primordial Paradox and Living Paradox, teacher and student, unmaking the records of the Gilded wherever they passed. And Thalassarch Nereon carried his grief through the gold skies with another of Noah’s bodies at his side, toppling Mesozoic Pantheons one after another, venting an ocean of self-loathing onto the ones who had earned it.

The last presence Noah could sense among them was THE Creature, whom he would move with against THE Sealed One the moment THE Braneworld was finished.

All of them ranged across the Observable Existence, and watching the screens together, Noah could see the shape the war had taken. They were converging. With every passing minute there were fewer Citadels left holding powerful Gilded Ones, the strength of an entire order thinning toward a single point. And that point was clear now, one last seat where multiple Mesozoic Scale beings had clustered together, drawing in around each other the way the desperate always did at the end.

The final bastion of Gilded control across the whole of THE Braneworld Observable Existence.

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