"Old man.... just what the hell is that?" Nia asked, genuinely confused at such a term.
Elowen leaned forward slightly, her silver-rimmed glasses glinting as she adjusted them, her voice carrying the quiet enthusiasm of a dedicated scholar.
"I've been studying Pantheos' history extensively since I arrived," she said, "but I've never come across that term before.
A Harmonious Hypercosm? It sounds… beyond even the highest classifications I've read."
Thalion nodded, his single eyeglass catching the light as he continued to gaze into the projection, his expression one of deep focus and quiet reverence.
"When my Codex Power reached Tier 9 a few millennia ago," he explained, his voice measured and scholarly,
"It granted me greater authority over the Narrative itself. Whenever I analyze something using it, terms appear in the Language of Gods — precise definitions that reveal the true nature of what I'm observing."
He paused, his gaze shifting from the projection to Nia and Elowen.
