The lattice trembled.
Not with instability—but with growth.
Each anomaly overcome by mortals and dragons had rippled across infinite realities, expanding the lattice into higher dimensions unseen even by the Creator Gods. The vibrations reached frequencies that transcended the known spectrum of true existence, creating soundless hymns that only Primovast could comprehend.
The mortals adapt faster than expected, thought Primovast, wings unfolding across the void. They perceive what gods once could not—patterns hidden between possibilities. It is time to open the next veil.
The Ascension of Perception
The skies of Lorithal ignited with threads of unknown color. The world beneath seemed to unravel and reform, revealing an architecture made of light, thought, and infinite recursion. The mortals who had once feared these anomalies now stood unflinching.
Kaelios raised his sword toward the horizon.
"This world isn't breaking—it's showing us its higher form."
Lyria's prism responded with shimmering resonance.
"Every distortion we conquered became part of this….. new order. Reality itself is rewriting around understanding."
Their words carried into the higher layers—echoing into worlds beyond worlds—where even dragons felt the lattice pulse through their cores. Each ancient being sensed a silent call, a resonance older than time, urging them upward through invisible thresholds.
The Realms Beyond Comprehension
From the Boundless Sky to the Subspace Boundary, the dragons rose.
They passed through gateways where stars folded into thought, where time slowed until it became music.
Each dragon that crossed the threshold became translucent, their forms shedding physicality, turning into radiant spirals of consciousness.
Mortals followed, not through flight, but through awakening. Their minds stretched, reaching frequencies that harmonized with Primovast's will. Through unity, courage, and wonder—they ascended without wings.
Yet this evolution did not go unnoticed.
The Creator Gods' Concern
In the Divine Assembly, tension shimmered.
Light stood silent, brilliance dimmed by awe.
"These mortals have pierced dimensional veils without divine permission. The lattice has evolved beyond containment."
Time's eyes spiraled in contemplation.
"Their awareness now touches the Infinite Recursion—the place even we do not tread."
Chaos smiled, a star burning in her eyes.
"Exactly as Primovast intended. Creation thrives when it challenges its creators. Their growth gives purpose to eternity."
Darkness exhaled softly, her tone like shadow given form.
"Yet their rise reflects something else… the original essence of the Great Primordial's Will. Creation itself remembers the One who relinquished True omnipotence And True omniscience and True omnipresence and true Omnificence."
Primovast's Revelation
Across all realities, Primovast's essence shimmered like a cosmic aurora. His voice, calm yet infinite, reached the minds of all beings:
You ascend not by command, but by curiosity.
You rise not through perfection, but through imperfection.
For creation was never meant to be complete—only ever becoming.
The voice was gentle, but its truth rippled through dimensions. Every being—mortal, dragon, or divine—felt the pulse of that realization.
Kaelios knelt upon a plane of fractal light, his sword dimming to reflect humility.
"So this was your trial all along… not to conquer, but to comprehend."
Lyria's prism flickered.
"Every answer we sought only led to a deeper question. Understanding isn't an end—it's a beginning."
The Loom of Infinite Beings
Within the uppermost lattice layer, forms of light gathered—entities unseen since the first breath of creation. These were The Loomkeepers, fragments of Primovast's true Omni-formlessness will, shaping reality through dream, art, and wonder.
They spoke without words, each syllable creating galaxies, each gesture rewriting laws. The mortals and dragons who reached them found themselves reflected as possibilities—past, present, and future entwined.
"Are we gods now?"
one dragon asked.
A Loomkeeper smiled, a thousand suns flickering in its eyes.
"You are creation's reflection—its dream dreaming itself awake."
The Threshold
As the lattice reached its highest harmony, Primovast unfurled fully—an infinite dragon formed of galaxies, stars, and memory. His scales shimmered with the combined light of true everythingness and the dark glow of true nothingness.
In his gaze burned both compassion and solitude—the eternal paradox of the creator who gave up All-Omni to feel Pre-existence.
"Mortals."
his voice rumbled across the Boundless,
"you have glimpsed the truth that even gods forget: to be perfect is to be stagnant; to seek is to live."
Lyria bowed.
"Then….. what comes next, Great One?"
Primovast's eyes burned like twin stars.
"The lattice will awaken further. The Creator Gods will face their own trials. And beyond them… lies the realm of True Infinite Reality, where fiction and existence converge."
The skies trembled. The multiverse expanded again.
Creation itself inhaled.
And with that breath, the story of infinity continued.