I felt it, the shift, the pull.
Like a tide made of Lattices and woven Fate itself, it carried me, not my body, but something deeper. A self composed of illusory patterns, threads of paradox and power folding over each other infinitely.
I was both there and not there.
A part of me was carried by the 50 Existential Dimensional Lattices, swept across vast unseen currents.
The Nullvein Gravewake Folds, the endless expanse between existences, stretched before me. And I traversed it not with steps, but as an unfolding of will. Seconds and years passed together, time losing all meaning.
A moment. An eternity.
And then…
I arrived at…
A Dead Wheel of Existence.
Ruined. Fractured. Breathless.
My form, still illusory, flickered as my body was composed entirely of Lattices. A floating diagram of command, of Resistances folded and layered upon each other. I was here and yet not. Untouchable.
The Wheel was quiet.
But not empty.
I felt a pull, a gravity of authority.
