Anna stopped walking, raised one hand, and golden energy rolled out from her palm in a wave that was quiet and total.
It hit the machine and the machine stopped.
Every system, every arc, every cycling component, all of it collapsed simultaneously, and the feedback from the sudden shutdown sent Gravik across the room and into the far wall hard enough to leave an impression in the concrete and then deposited him on the floor, coughing alien blood and blinking at the ceiling.
Anna walked across the room, crouched in front of him where he lay and waited until his eyes focused on her face.
"When you wake up next ti," she said, "rember not to call a beautiful woman a freak."
She tilted her head and gave him a smile she reserved for monts like this, warm and genuinely amused and absolutely final. "That is why you are still single, you bitch."
She hit him once and he went out cold.
Anna stood up and looked around at the basent. The machine was destroyed. The containnt units were intact. The floor was covered in unconscious Skrulls.
A large section of ceiling infrastructure had chosen this mont to conclude its long relationship with structural integrity and was now on the floor in several pieces.
She surveyed it all with a calm, assessing gaze, as though she were conducting a professional review.
"Yep," she said. "Totally nailed it."
...
[Mars, Inside the Palace Ethan Created]
The door of the Hyperbolic Ti Chamber opened.
Ethan stepped out. He looked, at first glance, like himself. Sa face, sa build, sa easy posture.
But there was sothing different about the space he occupied, the way the air around him sat, sothing that was not quite visible but registered nonetheless, the way the air registers a change in pressure before a storm arrives.
He looked down at his hands.
White energy drifted from his fingers in slow, quiet threads, dissipating into the air around him like breath on a cold morning. He turned his hands over once, studying them, watching the energy move.
He had spent a year inside the chamber by subjective ti, one year of thodical and patient work with the Core of Yogumunt.
The process he had designed was not elegant but it had been precise. Partial rger, held long enough for his Adaptive Evolution to read and respond to the stress being placed on his systems, then clean extraction before the rger could complete and consu the Core permanently. Reset and repeat.
The process of his soul expanding to accommodate the Authority frequencies of the Core, pulling back, and then expanding again—increntally wider each ti—was not sothing anyone other than Ethan would willingly experience. Most people, after all, did not possess his level of pain immunity.
By the end of the first three months, his Adaptive Evolution had begun to stabilise the changes between sessions.
By six months, the stabilisation was holding between extractions and he could feel the architecture of what he was becoming assembling itself in the deeper structures of his being.
By the end of the year, it was done.
He flexed his fingers and watched the white energy curl around them and felt what it was connected to.
Previously, his power had been a collection of distinct systems, Genesis energy for the flas and the broader Authority of Genesis abilities, temporal energy drawn from his adapted interface with the ti stone for Chronokinesis, his own life force feeding the Mystic Arts, the Phoenix fragnt’s contribution running as a distinct current beneath everything else. Powerful, certainly. Extraordinarily powerful. But separated. Different sources, different frequencies, different maintenance requirents.
What he felt now was a single source.
Pure energy. Not Genesis energy, which was the specific frequency he had developed through his rger with the Phoenix fragnt. Not temporal energy, which was borrowed and adapted from an external source. Not life force. Pure energy, generated from the union of his body and soul operating as a single system that no longer required external fuel of any kind.
What he understood was the scope of what it ant.
He was no longer a human being who had acquired extraordinary powers. The question of what category to file him in had resolved itself overnight, subjectively speaking, and the answer was not a category that existed in any taxonomy he had previously been using.
Monarch of Eternity.
The title had co to him during the chamber work, arriving with the particular certainty of things that na themselves after he successfully ascended as a Monarch, the Sovereign of the Eternal Cycle, governing Life, Death, Rebirth, and Ti. Not as taphor. As literal authority, written into the structure of what he now was at the level where soul and power were the sa thing.
The four core authorities had crystallised around those principles of the Authority of Life, the Authority of Death, the Authority of Rebirth, the Authority of Ti.
Each one was not simply an ability but a domain, a fundantal right of governance over the forces it nad, operating through the pure energy his body now generated rather than drawing on any external source.
The rest of his power set remained intact, refined rather than replaced by the transformation.
Genesis Telepathy and Genesis Telekinesis at their full scale, Primordial Empathy, Matter Manipulation, Cosmic Awareness. The Flas of Rebirth, which had evolved from the Eternal Phoenix Flas into sothing that bore the sa relationship to fire that the ocean bears to a glass of water: cosmic Genesis fire that could heal or destroy, resurrect or purify, operating according to intent rather than limitation.
And Paragon Force. The na ca to him naturally for it: the ultimate expression of the pure energy that now defined him, a mastery of matter, energy, space, and cosmic forces that operated at the level he had previously only been able to approach from the outside.
He stood in the corridor of the underground palace and looked at his hands for another mont. Then rolled his shoulders once, let the white energy settle back under his skin, and straightened.
The palace was quiet around him. Above, through the rock and the soil and the new atmosphere he had built.
He thought about his won during the past year. More than once, it had been difficult not to abandon this project halfway through and go see them.
His thoughts drifted to Jean, growing rounder and more radiant with each passing week inside the chamber. Then to Anna, Diana, Didi, and Susan.
They had been on his mind constantly throughout the long months of work.
’Alright,’ he thought, ’Ti to get back.’
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