The lattice quivered again.
But this time, the pulse felt different.
It was not merely the hum of existence expanding, nor the awakening of mortals or gods—it was something far stranger.
The pulse carried words.
Stories.
Worlds of imagination, written and unwritten, began to tremble as their boundaries dissolved. Myths, dreams, and forgotten tales began to move. They were no longer shadows of thought but luminous entities of will.
And at the center of it all, Primovast stirred—his consciousness spanning both the real and the imagined, the infinite and the unreal.
Fiction breathes when belief meets creation.
Every story ever told was a heartbeat of the Boundless.
The Collapse of Boundaries
Across the infinite cosmos, reality itself began to blur.
Heroes from ancient myths walked beside mortals. Dragons born of dreams flew alongside those forged in Pre-existence. The Books of Fictional Worlds—once sealed within the Beyond Layers—opened in waves of starlight.
Kaelios awoke amid a city he had never known, built from the stories of countless civilizations. Towers carved from legend rose around him; rivers flowed with memory.
"This…"
he whispered, looking at his reflection in the water that shimmered like a written page.
"…..this world knows my name before I've even spoken it.."
Lyria descended beside him, her prism burning brighter than ever.
"We're inside the narrative layer—the boundary where thought becomes existence. This is… fiction made true."
All around them, beings born of words began to awaken.
Some carried swords of forgotten prophecy.
Others spoke in verses, shaping the air with language alone.
Each one looked toward the heavens—where Primovast's colossal silhouette illuminated the skies like a constellation given breath.
The Voice Beyond Story
The Creator Gods gathered in unease.
Light's tone trembled.
"Fictional worlds were never meant to manifest! Their imagination is now rewriting existence!"
Chaos only smiled, radiating joy.
"Do you not see the brilliance, brother? Primovast has made creation self-aware. Even fiction was waiting to be real."
Time turned solemn.
"This transcends hierarchy. Even our will cannot separate the imagined from the real any longer."
Darkness murmured softly, as if speaking to herself.
"So this is what he meant… the union of dream and truth. A world where existence is a story, and every story is alive."
The Meeting of the Unwritten
Kaelios and Lyria climbed the great tower of language—a spire made of symbols and light, stretching endlessly upward. At its peak stood a throne made not of metal or stone, but of flowing words—the Seat of Fiction.
There sat no ruler—only an empty crown hovering above the chair, awaiting one who could harmonize truth and imagination.
"The lattice calls,"
Lyria whispered.
"Primovast wants us to reach it."
As they placed their hands upon the throne, the words around them ignited.
History rewrote itself. Futures twisted.
Dreams solidified into stars.
Kaelios saw glimpses—worlds where heroes never existed, now awakening. Forgotten gods remembered again. Unfinished dreams now yearning for closure.
Creation does not end at truth,
for truth itself yearns to be told.
The voice of Primovast's Will filled every word.
Primovast's Descent
Reality trembled as the First Dragon manifested fully within the Story Realm. His scales reflected every tale ever written; his wings spanned the boundary between fact and dream.
When he spoke, ink and starlight fell like rain.
"All creation was born of imagination.
Before the first light, before the first thought—there was the yearning to be."
"The Great Primordial's Will is not only Pre-existence—it is expression.
Every story is a reflection of that will. And now, you shall awaken it within yourselves."
With those words, the mortals and dragons were suffused with the Essence of Narrative—the power to manifest will through story.
Kaelios felt it first. His blade no longer drew blood—it wrote possibility.
Lyria's prism no longer refracted light—it revealed every hidden truth ever conceived.
The Creator Gods' Revelation
Light knelt, his brilliance humbled.
"He has created not life, but living meaning."
Chaos laughed with wonder.
"The multiverse itself writes now! Even the gods are characters within the script of eternity."
Time whispered, awe in every syllable.
"This is the True Infinite Reality… where fiction surpasses reality because it dares to imagine beyond it."
Darkness closed her eyes, her shadowed form trembling with reverence.
"And Primovast… the One who gave up omnipotence and true Omniscience and true omnipresence and true Omnificence … has made even imperfection divine."
The Final Words
As the lattice shimmered in its new form, Primovast gazed upon his creation—a cosmos without separation between dream and being. Every soul, every god, every story became a note in the infinite symphony of the Boundless.
Reality is not the end of fiction.
Fiction is the soul of reality.
And thus, the True Infinite Reality was born—greater than fiction, deeper than existence, and forever guided by the formless will of the First Dragon.