The sky fractured into infinity. Every reality, every timeline, every layer of existence hung in a delicate lattice of energy. Cities, mountains, oceans, and entire civilizations floated above one another, tethered by fragile threads of relic power. The Codex pulsed violently in Rheon’s chest—every shard, every fragment, every past and future echo converging into one singular point of consciousness. Rheon stood at the center of this multiversal nexus, Mira and Thane at his sides, battered but resolute. Their surroundings bent and shifted unpredictably; space looped, time flickered, and even gravity fractured like shattered glass. Above them loomed the Ultimate Entity, a being of incomprehensible scale, older than the Continuum Council, radiating power that could erase entire timelines with a thought. Its form shimmered between every possible geometry, its voice resonating across dimensions simultaneously: “Mortal… or whatever you have become. You dare ascend to heights not meant for

Setting: The summit of the Ultimate Relic Tower. Flames from crumbling city blocks spiral into the sky. Above, rifts tear open, revealing glimpses of other realms. The air hums with raw, sentient relic energy. Rheon leapt from the edge of a shattered walkway, landing amidst a swarm of Council enforcers and elite relic generals. The ground cracked beneath his boots, shards of relic stone rising like spikes, twisting under his will. Each strike he delivered sent enemies flying, but the Council had come prepared—armored in ancient relics infused with god-tier energy. “Rheon Vael,” a booming voice echoed. “You’ve overstepped. Today, your reign ends.” He turned. Atop the central spire stood Erevos, the Council’s apex executor—a figure cloaked in living shadow, arms bristling with relic weapons that bent light itself. Around him, god-tier relics manifested like storm clouds, pulsing with raw The Rheon clenched his fists. “I didn’t come here to negotiate.” Energy surged from his body