Weavings of existence continued to unfold.
I left as Romulus began talking to the Legends of the Native Wheel of Existence, going towards a flat region of vibrant Manadynamics filled with a sea of mana.
I became drenched in it as my gaze was turned inward.
I stood there, hands folded behind my back while the rest of the Crucible exhaled, rejoiced, and mourned…
I thought.
The Undefined Existential Dimensional Lattices I had absorbed churned within my existence.
A quiet storm of potential.
And as always, I directed it.
I looked at my Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum Lineage.
Nine Lattices already stood firm and glorious.
I turned to the others with their own Lattices.
The Singed.
Chronos.
Genesis.
Quantum.
Space.
Soul.
Infinity.
Uncertainty.
Veritarch.
Each True Source already bore three Lattices, granting me 1% Resistance in their domains.
But I now built more!
The Undefined Lattices answered as they made sure to change themselves and be defined easily.
