The Crucible pulsed.
And then it shifted.
The Infiniverse, floating high above the battlefield, finally let go of restraint.
|You wish to withstand a Primarch, Master?| she whispered, her voice like golden frost.
|Then...witness the weight of Dimensions.|
HUUM!
The ring of Frequencies behind her shattered into filaments, each strand extending into curved arcs, webbing outward into a lattice of impossible angles. Existence bent.
The Infiniverse Crucible changed.
The sky ignited.
HUMMMMM!
One layer descended...over everything and everyone.
The Dimensional Lattice of Continuity.
It fell like a dome of green-gold light, locking all beings into fixed timelines. Every movement, every breath was tracked across past, present, and possible futures.
Past...present...and possible futures!
Those caught within it… began to fracture.
Their bodies acted before they intended to move. Their True Sources unraveled before casting.
