While Kaelen was building his foundation with the red core liquid, deep in the reaches of space far beyond the fortresses stabilising the nodes, a Veyron ancestor was watching the void.
This was an entity of the newbie tesseract realm, a being whose existence was begin to go beyond the time.
He stood silently, observing a phenomenon that defied the logic of the inner sectors of galaxy various galaxies and even multiverse were thinning and converging toward a single, unknown point.
Even at his level of power, the reason for this cosmic migration remained a mystery, a shifting of the tide that signaled a coming storm.
At that moment, his communication device vibrated, pulling his focus away from the phenomenon.
He looked down to see a high priority report on Kaelen, a child who, in terms of age, was a mere blink of an eye compared to him.
As he scanned the data, the Ancestor felt a rare spark of genuine amazement.
The boy's red fibers were growing exponentially. Plus various things he has talked about with his parents are even somewhat more refined then his own theories.
The Ancestor smiled to himself. He recognised that spark of curiosity, the same hunger for logic that had once driven him to reach the newbie tesseract realm.
In the Federation's public records, the path to strength is a well defined ladder. Fiber => Yarn => Fabric => Garment.
To the average citizen, a Fabric realm mage is a god like figure who can protect them with there fabrics.
People are aware that Garment Realm mages exist, but they generally have no idea how these people look or how they function.
They are the protectors of the fortresses.
But deep within the true Void. Beginner Tesseract Realm mages are the true defenders.
Floating in the black silence, they keep checking around the galaxy to ensure no sudden threats arrive. They are the mages who are trying to find new realm for mages.
Before them, the multiverses continued converging.
"The collision is inevitable," one Ancestor said, his voice vibrating through the vacuum. "But we cannot see the point of collision."
They were the strongest beings the Federation could imagine, yet they stood in fear of what will come next.
Back at the academy, Kaelen Veyron was oblivious to the cosmic dread of his ancestors, though he was dealing with his own problems.
The high grade Chrome Osmium had been fully assimilated, and Kaelen could feel the metal particles suspended in his red fabrics.
[METAL ASSIMILATION: 100%,] Redveil's voice echoed with a hint of void whale voice in it.
Kaelen stood in the academy's private training room, focusing on his right hand to channel mana through his fibers to hand.
Because of the sheer number of his fibers. A training dummy, reinforced with special metal stood before him bended in one punch.
BOOM.
The shockwave shattered the reinforced glass of the observation deck.
The recoil sent Kaelen sliding backward, his heavy frame carving deep rifts into the obsidian-steel floor.
"Redveil! Hide the signature! Now!" Kaelen panicked as the alarm sirens began to wail.
[SENSORS MANIPULATED] Redveil responded instantly. [LOOPING DATA LOGS. RECORDING THE CAUSE AS 'INTERNAL CALIBRATION ERROR' IN THE ROOM'S GRAVITY GENERATOR.]
Kaelen quickly retracted the power, his hands returning to their soft, non-armored appearance just as teacher Andrew burst through the doors.
"Veyron! What happened?"
Kaelen looked down at his palms, putting on his best "innocent" chubby boy expression.
"I... I just touched it, and the gravity went whoosh, Teacher. I think the room is broken."
Thanks to Redveil's quick action, the teacher didn't suspect .
But deep inside, Kaelen felt the hunger again, the Redveil wanted more metal.