Published at 27th of July 2026 12:09 pm

Chapter 5538: Ordinary! II

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<THE Ymnaros>

The gardens had been green and gold for longer than most Dimensions had been standing, running in long terraces across a land that had no edges anyone had ever found, the green shading into the gold and back again as wide slow rivers cut through all of it carrying light instead of silt, and small things had lived there and none of them had ever been important, and that had always been the entire point of the place!

Now the terraces were burning.

The rivers had been broken open along their whole length as their light bled out into the soil in long spreading stains, and the gold had gone black in rings around a hundred impact sites, and where the gardens had climbed they now sagged, and where they had run they now simply stopped.

And above the ruin stood the armies.

They filled the sky in ranks that went back past seeing, existences of Infinity in their tens of thousands, their power built out of escalation and quiet compounding as they hung in their formations with their weight pressing the ruined land flat beneath them, and the weakest thing in that entire gathered host read at THE Triassic Scale!

The weakest!

The Fourth Scale of Existence, the tier where a single being could stand upon an Observable Existence and be the largest fact inside it, and here that was the floor, here that was the rank and file, the bodies you counted in blocks rather than by name!

And scattered up through those blocks, spaced apart the way real threats are always spaced apart, there stood over a hundred figures who carried the unmistakable weight of THE Mesozoic Scale, the Fifth, each one of them a thing that ordinary Dimensions built their entire histories around, and there were over a hundred of them in one sky on one afternoon for one garden.

And rising out of the armies like statues that had been given breath, several massive Infinite True Lifeforms towered above everything!

They were vast past the ranks around them, vast past any comparison with the ranks around them, their bodies reading less as bodies than as landscapes that had agreed to hold a shape for a while, and their existences were seamless in the way that only a True Lifeform’s ever is, the claim of "I am" running through them without a single gap for anything to take hold of, and that seamlessness set them above THE Mesozoic entirely.

Cenozoic!

And the difference between the Fifth and the Sixth, in the end, was time.

Beings at the Mesozoic Scale built their Pantheons and made them grander and grander, and it was work enough to eat ages of a life, but a being who crossed into THE Cenozoic Scale kept doing all of that and then began adding something else into their Pantheonic Dimension, something that almost nothing in existence could hold, and what they added were weavings of time!

And most of them could not use it.

That was the honest truth of the Sixth Scale and the reason so many beings who reached it looked, from the outside, like nothing more than very large Mesozoics, because the technique was simply too hard to grasp, and entities in the early stretches of THE Cenozoic Scale carried those weavings inside their Pantheons the way a person carries a language they cannot yet speak, aware of it, unable to use it, fighting with weight and grandeur alone while the real capability sat unopened inside them for ages.

The power at Cenozoic was known as THE Epochal Sovereign Weave!

More plainly, and more often, it was called Temporal-Environmental Overwrite, and a True Lifeform who had truly grasped it no longer fought inside a Dimension’s current time or under its current physical rules at all, but dragged the space around them backward or forward instead, hauling the surroundings into weavings where their own Pantheon and their own existence ruled absolutely, so that the fight happened there, in their epoch, on ground that had been made to agree with them before the first blow ever landed.

And the results of it were obscene.

An incoming attack could be made to travel years before it ever reached the one it was aimed at, arriving worn down, arriving late, arriving as a thing that had already spent itself on the way, and the defenses of another could be made to weather years while they stood, an opponent’s Pantheon forced to age through decades of erosion in the space of a single held breath!

And the terrifying ones, the ones who could set an entirely different epoch into their surroundings rather than merely bending the local one, did something worse than either of those, because inside a forced epoch a power system could be treated by the environment itself as a thing not yet invented, or as a thing long since abandoned, and a being would raise a capability they had spent ages perfecting only to find the surroundings quietly declining to recognize it at all!

Downgraded! Negated! Not defeated, which would at least have been a kind of respect, but ruled out entirely, the way a law rules out a thing that has not happened yet.

There were levels to it.

There were always levels to it, and every being in that sky knew exactly which level it stood upon, and that was precisely why the ranks held their spacing so carefully around the tall silent shapes among them.

Eight True Lifeforms had entered a small corner of the gardens of THE Ymnaros that day.

Six of them were still standing.

At the center of the ruin, where the terraces had once climbed into their finest arrangement, a shrine rose out of the wreckage, a single obelisk taller than mountains with its faces carved in lines that were neither writing nor decoration, and it burned with a steady blue-gold light that had not dimmed by so much as a shade through the entire assault, the light pouring up its faces and off its point and hanging in the smoke above it, patient, unbothered, still doing whatever it had always been doing.

And two of the six True Lifeforms stood at its base and had not moved from it once.

They did not attack it, and they did not attack anything else either, they simply held their places on either side of that obelisk with their whole attention fixed upon it as though waiting for something, and their stillness said more about what that shrine was worth than the entire army above them could have said with a thousand years of screaming.

And the gardens around the shrine were decimated.

For in that destruction lay two corpses.

Infinite True Lifeforms, both of them, split wide open, and there was no other way to describe what had been done to them, their landscape-bodies lying across the ruined terraces in halves, opened from the top down along a line so clean that it looked considered, their Pantheons collapsed inside them and still collapsing even now, and out of those openings ran rivers of Infinity.

Actual rivers of it!

Bright and endless and pouring, escalation with nothing left to escalate through, spilling down the broken terraces and mixing with the light of the murdered gardens, a wealth of power that a Mesozoic being would have wept simply to touch, running out across the dirt because there was no longer any existence attached to it that could hold onto it!

Two True Lifeforms of the Infinite variety, killed, here, in this garden.

...!

And gathered around those enormous corpses, small as scattered seeds against them, there lay the bodies of unique humanoid lifeforms all adorned in white and blue suits.

Dozens of them, built plainly, no larger than any ordinary person, their suits simple things of white with blue running through them and marked at the chest with a sign that had been designed to be recognized at a distance by frightened people, and some of them had died still holding their formation, and some of them had died reaching toward someone else who had also died.

They were... Superpowered Lifeforms.

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