Allison leaped into the dimensional interlayer at coordinates X-37, the Crown of Thorns adorning her head. She plummeted into a realm woven from temporal currency—ground paved with the Merchant of Entropy's transaction runes, buildings constructed from the bones of regret of traitorous Knights, and at its center, a ing blood-red incubator. Its exterior oozed hybrid blood of her grandmother and dimensional buyers; within its womb, a translucent ascension embryo gestated, umbilicals connecting to energy conduits from all dimensional wormholes.
"Subject #07, welcome to your finale." Fragments of her grandmother's temporal soul projected from the incubator's pupil, commanding twelve experiment clones (#07 to #18) to surround Allison. Their roots, hybridized with Knight emblems and borer genes, hurled "Reverse Wheel Daggers" that tampered with temporal causality. She swung her scythe to deflect the daggers, her roots devouring the Reverse Wheel energy and forging dimensional chains to bind the clones. But the incubator unleashed a collapse wave, dissolving the clones into resentment code that injected into the embryo's core. Allison realized her grandmother was using her battle data to perfect the resurrection program.
"Every resistance fuels my ascension," the incubator's womb spewed new breeds of temporal borers, their shells etched with Winston family crests, gnawing at the dimensional interlayer's structure. She dove into the borer swarm, her scythe slicing through bodies as roots extracted their genetic code—revealing the borers carried her grandmother's "Temporal Sacrifice Protocol": all devoured cosmic energy would transform into resurrection fuel.
Her encrypted phone blared with a tampered signal from the Dimensional Management Committee. A clone projection of the vice-commander appeared: "Allison, you've been marked as traitor. Knight hunter squads arrive in three minutes." The signal laced with memory fragments of executed Winstons, hinting the organization was purging all.
She embedded the Reverse Wheel into her heart core, roots erupting with rift immunity beams that dissolved borers into gear embryos. But the incubator's womb split open, releasing her grandmother's vertebrae and the Merchant of Entropy's currency heart—fused into a "sacrifice core." The core activated all wormhole conduits; the embryo began materializing, its face gradually blending Allison's and her grandmother's features.
"Your stitcher genes are the perfect ascension vessel," the sacrifice core spewed temporal cages, their runes hybridized from family curses and Knight laws. Allison severed the rune chains with her scythe, roots piercing the core's cracks to tamper with the sacrifice protocol. The embryo's materialization stalled, but her grandmother's laughter echoed through conduits: "You can't stop the dimensional buyers' capital tide..."
The interlayer suddenly split open with a Knight hunter squad's portal. Leading them was the vice-commander's true form, wielding a tampered "temporal anchor spear"—bullets that could freeze root activity. She switched her roots to stealth mode, her scythe shifting to dimensional navigation to evade anchor shots, leaping to the incubator's top where roots pierced the embryo's umbilical.
"Cut the energy supply, and the embryo collapses," the Dimension God's voice flickered on the crown's dial. Allison sliced the conduits with her scythe; wormhole energy reversed, and the embryo screamed, unleashing a temporal borer storm. The vice-commander activated the anchor spear's "traitor purge mode," freezing the storm and firing causality bullets that struck her thorny armor. Roots erupted with immunity code amid the freeze, forging anti-causality thorns that pierced the vice-commander's heart, extracting transaction keys between Knights and her grandmother.
The incubator's core split in the energy reversal. Her grandmother's temporal soul fragments morphed into a Crown of Thorns duplicate, attempting to devour her true form. "You destroyed the embryo, but it was bait to release dimensional borers," the duplicate hurled her grandmother's "dimensional wormhole release key." All coordinate wormholes suddenly expanded, devouring surrounding universes, while the dimensional abyss split open into higher-dimensional cracks.
Her encrypted phone unlocked 90% of her heart core's secrets: "Your stitcher genes contain a 'dimensional ascension interface'—grandmother needs it to complete immortality." The Committee's bounty alert turned red: "Subject #07, dimensional wormhole crisis escalated. Clearance revoked. Immediate arrest."
She fused scythe and Reverse Wheel, firing a dimensional annihilation beam that dissolved the duplicate crown. The incubator collapsed into gear embryos, but her grandmother's laughter echoed from dimensional cracks: "The game enters its final chapter, Allison. You stand on the ascension ladder... and I'm about to become the steps."
The Crown of Thorns switched to dimensional escape mode, roots lying dormant. Allison stared into the crack's depths, realizing her grandmother's resurrection was irreversible—Knight pursuers and collapsing wormholes were pushing her toward ruin. In the dimensional abyss, new rifts split open, each oozing stitcher blood and dimensional buyers' currency.