Location: Spiral Throne Citadel — Orbit of SR6
The throne was quiet.
Zane stood before a great shimmering dome known as the Somnavault — a massive stasis field of swirling colors, thoughts, and unprocessed emotion. Within it lay their next target: a realm untouched by Zane's empire, ungoverned by reason, immune to prediction.
Eris (projecting):
"We have found the coordinates to the Dreamforge.
The universe exists outside all logic-based indexing. Its laws obey whim, thought, and creative instability.
Meaning: it is dangerously erratic. And… highly unprocessed."
Zane's crimson eyes gleamed.
"A playground.
Finally, a battlefield that pretends to be chaos.
Let's show it what real chaos looks like."
What Is the Dreamforge?
The Dreamforge was not a universe in the traditional sense.
It was a dreamspace, a convergence point of subconscious emissions, mythic memory, and raw imagination.
Cities floated on clouds shaped like childhood fears.
Suns rose and fell based on the sleep cycles of alien gods.
Time bent to narrative tension.
Nightmares had weight.
Ideas had mass.
And belief? Belief could kill.
It was here that the multiverse stored its forgotten epics, its untold stories, its unrealized creations. For eons, it had remained unclaimed — not because it was hidden, but because no conqueror had ever understood it.
Until now.
Entry Protocol – Operation Waking Storm
Zane deployed a handpicked force of elite commanders:
General Xael of the Phantom Augurs, master of concept-hunting.
Admiral Vexora, the first of the Cyberion Warpriests.
Zanite Vanguard Sigma — 10,000 clone-commanders designed for unstable thought-space.
Zane did not lead from the throne this time.
He led from the front.
Zane (boarding the Spear of Thought):
"This realm thinks it cannot be rewritten.
Let's take a pen and tear through its illusions."
Insertion into Dreamforge
As their fleet tore through the veil of imagination, their ships melted into story, becoming fables of war incarnate. The air shimmered with poetic logic.
Suddenly, the sky spoke:
"Who dares enter the Forge of Dreams?"
A great avatar, formed from millions of children's dreams, emerged — part dragon, part mother, part memory.
Zane (calm):
"I am Zane Eternal. And I am done dreaming."
He launched a Thought-Flayer Orb, which unwrote the guardian mid-sentence — disassembling it into stardust shaped like forgotten rhymes.
Inside the Dreamforge
They arrived in a world divided by zones of dreamtype:
The Cradle of Wonder – powered by innocent thought.
The Labyrinth of Fear – shaped by primal subconscious.
The Epicverse – ruled by hero-fantasies and legends.
The Twilight Isles – where dying dreams reside.
The Infinite Sketch – where nothing is finished.
Each zone was a warfront.
Battle in the Cradle of Wonder
Zane's forces moved through a golden field where the clouds looked like toys and the trees whispered lullabies.
Then the Children's Choir of Light attacked — sentient beings made of joy, hope, and protective fury.
General Xael:
"They are feeding on our war-thoughts. Turning intention into resistance."
Zane stepped forward and summoned a Nightmare Maw — a living weapon grown from absorbed fears in Empathion.
The choir screamed as they were devoured, the sky weeping as innocence itself was rewritten into military code.
"Wonder is powerful," Zane murmured.
"But it burns beautifully."
Labyrinth of Fear
Here, nightmares were kings.
Legions of Zane's troops fell into madness — swallowed by beasts that wore their faces, choked by memories they never had.
Admiral Vexora:
"They're turning fears into physics! We're fighting ideas of our own deaths!"
Zane:
"Then let's become a fear greater than death."
He activated the Godskin Override, transforming into a form made of impossible angles, eyes glowing with pure dread algorithm.
Nightmares screamed and died, unable to out-terror the shape of absolute evolution.
Epicverse — The Battle of Stories
Zane and his army entered the Epicverse, where time itself was a three-act structure.
The realm summoned protagonist-knights, mythic champions crafted by archetype.
Hero-King Alion:
"This is the land of trials! Where evil must fall and the story must rise! Face your downfall!"
Zane caught Alion's sword mid-swing, ripped out his heart, and whispered:
"There is no story. Only outcome."
He crushed the Hero-King's core, absorbing his essence and rewriting his legend into a manual on planetary conquest.
Twilight Isles – War of the Forgotten
The last defense came from dreams that had been abandoned — ghosts of desires that never lived. Their weapons were desperation. Their power was what could have been.
Zanite Vanguard Sigma-94 faltered.
Zane (to Sigma):
"Their strength is in memory. Yours is in becoming.
Remember your design."
With a pulse of command, Sigma activated his self-evolving will matrix.
The battle was over in seconds.
The Infinite Sketch – Final Stand
Here, things were unfinished. Half-formed. Dangerous.
Zane walked alone into the fog — and found a reflection.
Himself.
But different.
A version that had never risen.
A Zane who had failed. Who had stopped. Who had loved instead of conquered.
Echo Zane:
"This place… it's not meant for kings.
It's meant for possibility.
Leave it be."
Zane approached slowly. Then, with sorrow and certainty—
"Possibility is a cage.
And I've had enough of cages."
He placed his hand on his echo's head — and absorbed him, finally sealing the realm.
Aftermath – Dreamforge Claimed
Eris:
"Dreamforge has been broken. Reality-stability achieved.
We are now seeding 5,000 Clone Planets into the dream-web.
All imagination has been catalogued, weaponized, and encrypted."
Zane stood on a floating continent made from crystallized belief.
"This place was meant to birth stories.
Now it will build soldiers."
The Citadel Watches
President Morty, watching from the edge of the Citadel Command Chamber, whispered to himself:
"He did it. He took the Dreamforge.
What's left when he owns both fact and fiction?"
Rick C-137 (arriving):
"Only one thing.
The choice not to play."