The base was calm — for now. The team gathered, still processing the events of the past few days.
Kael stood alone on the observation deck, gazing out into the stars beyond.
His senses had sharpened since awakening — the power of One-Thought still flowing faintly within.
And then —
A surge. A pulse of overwhelming might.
Not like Nullframe. Not chaos or distortion. But a pure, crushing force of supremacy.
It rattled the very core of his being.
Kael's breath caught.
"…What is this?"
A name surfaced in his mind — unbidden:
"Zeraphon."
Suddenly — Veyra's voice behind him:
"Kael? What's wrong? You're trembling."
Kael turned, his voice low but urgent:
"There's something… no—someone. Out there. A force beyond anything we've faced so far. I can feel it — clearer than anything."
The others gathered.
Orion frowned.
"I sense nothing."
Zevak pulled up scanners.
"Energy readings… stable. No spikes. If you're sensing this, Kael — it's beyond normal detection."
Zero Step finally spoke — quiet, calculating:
"Not impossible. You are now partially tethered to the One-Thought. You may perceive forces the rest of us cannot."
Kael nodded, determination in his eyes:
"We need to move. Whatever this is — it's not staying still. It's moving across the omniverse… and fast."
Veyra placed a hand on his shoulder:
"Then we go."
Cryalis smiled softly:
"Together."
Zevak activated the portal systems — transdimensional engines humming.
"Tracking the frequency Kael's sensing. I'll guide the jumps."
The Cosmic Tyrants stood ready — their resolve unwavering.
Kael (stepping forward):
"We move out. Across the multiverses — until we find him."
And so began their next journey — following the pulse of supremacy — toward an encounter that would shake the fabric of reality itself…
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END OF CHAPTER 22