The merging of worlds ahead of schedule.
It hit Orson like a thunderclap, sending a chill down every nerve.
He understood exactly what this meant.
Once the real world fused with Infinite Dimensions, players would transform into "trial-takers."
Their game characters would merge with their real bodies. Flesh, soul, and senses would all undergo profound changes.
Orson knew—deeply—that while Infinite Dimensions' resurrection couldn't cure terminal illnesses, the merging of worlds could.
The disabled, the gravely ill—anyone whose soul remained intact—would be reborn.
After all, Infinite Dimensions was the forge of the gods.
It didn't want hollow husks clinging to life. It wanted weapons—humanoid weapons to wage war across the cosmos.
It was the last shred of mercy the gods offered to mortals.
But it also meant those terrifying creatures—tireless, deathless, devouring all matter—would return.
