Runar stood beyond everything.
The infinite Multiverse stretched before him like a single, intricate construct suspended in a deeper void. Timelines layered upon timelines. Dimensions folded into one another. Countless universes burned and died and were reborn within its boundaries. Entire civilizations rose, flourished, and vanished inside spaces so small that they barely registered as dust against the greater whole. Under Absolute Comprehension, none of it was mysterious. The entire structure was readable, transparent, and small.
It felt like a toy.
He could reach out and reshape any law within it. He could pluck a timeline free or collapse an entire dimensional layer with little more than intent. Origin Weave rested quietly inside his new vessel, ready to turn understanding into reality at the slightest thought. For the first time, the Multiverse did not feel like a vast ocean he had to struggle across. It felt like something he had already stepped past.
