As Allison her crown of thorns amid the exchange ruins, the encrypted signal from the Dimensional Management Committee suddenly cut off. A golden rift split open in the sky, and an envoy clad in a star-chart robe plummeted from it. Their face was a mosaic of countless stitchers' visages, with pupils flowing with runes of temporal laws.
"Allison, Stitcher Prototype, the Dimension God summons you." The envoy's roots transformed into chains, dragging her into a higher-dimensional temple—no physical structure here, only a colossal web woven from causality, its nodes flickering with rift coordinates across all universes. At its center hovered a throne forged from a dimensional heart.
Upon the throne, the "Dimension God" was no entity, but a phantom woven from all stitchers' memories and suffering. Its voice resonated like a thousand timelines: "You tampered with your grandmother's immortality plan, but failed to grasp the true crisis—the temporal borers released by the Merchant of Entropy have hatched 'dimensional wormholes,' devouring causal chains of lower universes."
The crown of thorns' dial displayed the wormholes' spreading trajectory, red alerts flooding the temple. The Dimension God offered a scythe forged from "reverse-temporal metal," its blade etched with a family crest Allison had never seen: "Your mission escalates—become the reaper of dimensional wormholes. Otherwise, your grandmother's resurrection will be merely the prologue to cosmic collapse."
When Allison grasped the scythe, her roots automatically resonated with the metal, erupting with dimensional cutting waves. But her grandmother's lingering laughter echoed from the temple shadows: "Dimension God? Just another puppet exploiting stitchers... your scythe is my stepping stone to ascension."
The temple walls split open to reveal her grandmother's army of experiments. Clone #12 carried nests of temporal borers, while guards hurled tampered Knight badges that morphed into memory-devouring vortexes. She swung the scythe, dissolving borer swarms in cutting waves, and her roots pierced the clones' spines, extracting her grandmother's hidden "dimensional anchor coordinates."
"She planted anchors in all wormholes, preparing to restart the immortality ritual," the Dimension God's projection began to dissipate, revealing its core was a data matrix co-constructed by the Knights and dimensional buyers. "You must destroy the anchors while stitching the wormholes, or the universe will become her immortality vessel."
Her encrypted phone rebooted in the temple, receiving a new order from the Dimensional Management Committee: "Subject #07, detection of grandmother's anchor activation. Coordinates: Berlin Ruin Temporal Rift (Code E-47). Reward: 70% of heart core secrets unlocked."
Allison leaped from the temple, her roots weaving a temporal course. The scythe navigated automatically through dimensional layers, and she discovered the anchor coordinates overlapped with the Knights' traitor elimination plan—her grandmother had used traitors' genetic resentment to strengthen anchor defenses, each anchor core sealing the temporal soul of a Winston or Lancaster member.
By the time she reached the Berlin ruins, the rift had expanded into a hybrid nest of machinery and flesh, where Experiment #12's true form controlled the borer mother nest. The nest spewed temporal spores, infecting ruin structures into borer incubators, and Allison's thorny armor began oozing of her grandmother's blood.
"A symbiosis experiment between resentment code and dimensional borers... grandmother is staking the universe on her final gamble," she drove the scythe into the mother nest's core, her roots tampering with spore genes to reverse the infection. Borers turned to self-cannibalism, but #12's true form activated the anchor, triggering dimensional resonance and chain collapse.
Berlin ruins collapsed in sync with other wormhole coordinates. Allison sliced through collapse waves with the scythe, her roots weaving healing nets between rifts. The anchor core suddenly split, releasing fragments of her grandmother's temporal soul that morphed into a duplicate crown of thorns, attempting to devour her true form.
"You cannot overcome your origin," the duplicate crown spewed her grandmother's voice. "The Dimension God merely uses you to plug rifts, but I will use you to ascend."
She embedded the Reversal Wheel into her heart's core, merging roots with the scythe to unleash a dimensional annihilation beam. The duplicate crown dissolved in the beam, and the anchor collapsed into gear debris. Her encrypted phone unlocked new data: "70% heart core decrypted—your stitcher genes stem from a hybrid experiment between the Dimension God and the 'Primordial Rift Virus.'"
The Dimensional Management Committee's bounty updated again, this time labeling her profile: "Dimensional Wormhole Reaper—Clearance Beyond Knights."
As Berlin ruins healed, Allison stared at new wormhole coordinates, the scythe automatically pointing to the next target: New York Manhattan Temporal Wormhole (Code N-89). The crown of thorns switched to hunter mode, roots lying dormant and ready. She realized her grandmother's resurrection and the Dimension God's truth would unfold with each stitched wormhole. In the dimensional abyss, new rifts had quietly split open, every fold hiding unsolved conspiracies.