Time was no longer linear.Space no longer stable.The multiverse—once a tapestry of possibility—was now a battlefield of collapsing threads, pulled tighter with every breath Biggenator took.
At the center of this storm floated a throne forged from universes. Orbiting it, twisted shards of alternate realities bled into one another—cities suspended upside down, planets cracked like eggshells, suns flickering in and out of life.
And seated upon that throne, cloaked in gold darker than night, was Biggenator.
No longer a man.
No longer even Auren Bale.
He had become a Singularity of Scale—an idea made flesh, bloated with the power of thousands of expanding timelines, each feeding into his form.
He was not alone.
Around him stood his army:The Biggened — alternate versions of himself, each from a timeline where he had succeeded, grown unchecked, and rewritten reality in his image.
One was a cosmic whale with a galaxy in its mouth.Another, a childlike emperor who expanded concepts instead of matter.Yet another, a floating library of thoughts too vast for language.
And they were all waiting.
Far across the fractured void, Elion Vale stood at the edge of existence.
The Echo Ring pulsed behind him, flickering with the presence of every version of himself who had ever tried and failed.
Lyra stood beside him, armor lined with temporal glyphs. Around them, the Chrono-Warband assembled—Inari, Sir Corvan, Tekt, and Jun Meras—all hardened, ready, and battle-scarred from worlds already lost.
Elion raised his hand.
The Clockroot in his chest began to glow, and the space around them shimmered with Timepulse Waves, creating a path through the chaos.
"We hold the last moment," he said. "Not just for this world—but for every one."
The Warband nodded.
Lyra whispered, "This is what we were born for."
Elion looked forward, eyes glowing silver-blue.
"Then let's begin."
They stepped into the Final Fold, where realities clashed like storms.
Each second became a battle.
One moment they fought in a dying starfield, clashing blades with Expansion Knights who grew with every strike.
Next, they blinked—and found themselves in a world made entirely of thought, where logic collapsed and language attacked like blades.
Then again—in a world where everything looped, and they had to win battles they'd already fought just to move forward.
Time fractured around Elion like glass.
But the Echo Ring shimmered with every version of him that had ever learned, ever lost, ever loved. And with it, he moved perfectly.
In one breath, he dodged a thousand arrows of light.
In the next, he reversed a wound from three seconds ago and turned it into an opening.
Then came the First of the Biggened.
A serpent of ever-growing rings, each segment doubling in mass with every second.
Sir Corvan faced it head-on, slicing through its expanding armor with his Halting Blade.Each strike froze its growth, carving a path through inevitability.
Tekt rewrote the laws of decay around it, causing its expanding segments to reverse into nothingness.
It howled in infinite tongues—and exploded into silence.
One down.
A thousand more to go.
They reached the Edge of Scale, the final arena where Biggenator awaited.
The god-being rose from his throne, body wrapped in endless versions of himself—faces whispering, arms stretching, eyes blinking out of sync.
"You could've joined me, Elion," Biggenator said, voice booming across dimensions."You could've ruled all scale. No death. No limits. Just... more."
Elion stepped forward, the five Hour Rings orbiting him like stars.
"And yet here I am.Not to rule—But to restore."
The sky broke open.
Biggenator lunged—expanding the arena itself, trying to crush Elion in a wave of infinite distance.
Elion snapped his fingers.
Pulse Four: Moment Lock.The entire attack paused mid-motion.He walked across the collapsing field like a ghost.
Biggenator roared—summoning ten versions of himself, each with powers from a timeline Elion had never seen.
One fired universes like bullets.
Another expanded time, aging everything in a 500-meter radius into dust.
Lyra nearly collapsed—until Elion called upon the Echo Ring.
A thousand versions of himself answered.
He spun forward—no longer a single man—but a choir of timelines in motion.
Each punch he threw carried the strength of a different self.Each movement was a solution once found and now relived.
He wasn't Elion anymore.
He was Chrono-Legion.
Biggenator screamed, body cracking under the weight of resistance. "You think you can undo me?! I am everything that could ever be!"
Elion's voice rang like a bell through time.
"No.You're everything that should never have been."
And with that—he activated the Fifth Ring.
Echo Fusion: Last Breath.
All his selves—merged into one.
Power collapsed inwards.
Time bent.
Space screamed.
In a final, blinding second, Elion struck the core of Biggenator's godform—the First Scale Seed.
It shattered.
And so did the throne.
And so did the Expansion.
Time stopped running.
Then… it breathed.
The timelines calmed.
The folds healed.
Inari looked to the sky. Tekt slowly powered down. Corvan fell to one knee, sword heavy but clean.
Lyra stood at Elion's side.
He was shaking. But alive.
"Did we win?" she asked.
Elion looked up—his Hour Rings fading.
"I don't know if this is a win.But it's a balance."
Then the stars began to realign.