Sarina was known as the Iridescent Versatile, a title that went far beyond the shifting, luminous hues of her eyes in battle.
It spoke to her unmatched adaptability—like iridescent light, she revealed a different facet of herself depending on the angle from which one observed her.
She was a master of versatility, her vast array of skills and powers honed to perfection through relentless hard work.
Olivia recalled Sarina’s reaction to seeing this title appear on her status board, a small smile forming on her lips as she moved through the fifth Sector of the Archives.
Her gaze flicked to the labels on the records around her, but before she could ask John what exactly he had brought her here for, sothing caught her attention.
A Door.
At the far end of the hallway in Sector 5, there was a door, leading to yet another sector.
"...What? Another sector?"
She was dumbfounded. Rightfully so.
Olivia had scanned the entire dinsion and detected only five sectors. But now, standing before her, was evidence of a sixth.
Even more puzzling was that she couldn’t sense anything about what lay beyond the door—nothing at all.
All she could tell was that it was a Sixth Sector.
’Impossible. Cassiel Lidhafy was skilled, but not skilled enough to hide an entire dinsional sector from my sight.’
She turned to John, who stood as composed as ever, his eyes eting hers without a flicker of surprise.
"...you knew there was a sixth."
That much was obvious from his lack of a reaction.
"Yes. That’s why I called you here. I can’t pass through it without risking the destruction of this entire dinsion."
John moved toward the door, and Olivia followed closely behind.
The closer they ca, the more she saw.
Runes. Millions—no, billions—of them, intricately woven and interlinked across the Sixth Sector’s door.
Defensive, Offensive, Supportive, Energy Manipulation, and Efficiency runes.
It was impossible for her to get through this door without triggering so catastrophic reaction. She could tell that if she even tried to approach it in another way, the sector would collapse in an instant.
She was stunned, both by the sheer complexity of the barrier and by the fact that Cassiel had pulled off sothing like this. What was hidden behind that door?
As if he had read her mind, John spoke.
"Why don’t you open it and find out?"
He was egging her on and though she realised this Oliva couldn’t help herself.
And so, for the first ti since entering this dinsion, Oliva used a ’power’.
|Dictum of the Rune Archon|
Her true voice, laced with cosmic energy, filled the air and reality bent to her bidding.
Dictum.
The end result of the Fusion of Assimilated Law Origin Cores after one’s soul had been reforged with Cosmic Energy.
Activating this ’power’, the runes adorning the door—billions of them, intricate as a masterful symphony of cosmic design—began to ripple like water disturbed by a single drop.
Within seconds, they all fell under her command.
Each rune, from defensive wards to energy amplification sigils, disintegrated into threads of light that snaked through the air, spiralling back into the door’s fra.
Finally, she opened it and when she stepped in, the sight beyond left her speechless.
A dinsional rift.
It wasn’t the sector she had anticipated. Instead, a jagged, pulsating tear in reality stretched before her.
It was a passage to another dinsion, nested impossibly deep within this one.
A dinsion within another dinsion. It wasn’t that Olivia had never seen such before. What baffled her was the fact that she had not detected this until she saw it with her eyes.
She exhaled sharply and muttered under her breath, her voice tinged with exasperation.
"You gotta be fucking kidding ..."
John raised an eyebrow at her reaction, though the faint smirk tugging at his lips betrayed his amusent.
"Guess you weren’t expecting that."
Olivia shot him a side glance, her expression half incredulous, half irritated, before her focus shifted back to the rift.
Now more curious than ever, she stepped into it and was t with a sea of golems standing guard.
With a snap of her fingers, she deactivated the golems before they could even activate, and then headed deeper down the hallway, between lines of golems.
Finally, she and John arrived at the end, another door. This ti, it led to a room that looked like a library.
But in seconds, Oliva quickly discerned that this was no library.
Each ’Book’ here was a Data Card, an Existential Record.
"Cosmic Superiors...all of them."
Records of Beings who had surpassed the Universe.
"How the hell has causality not attacked this place already?"
Olivia was incredulous. Her eyes glowed as she looked around and saw that the ’room’ they were in was made from a piece of the Universe’s Akashic Record.
The Cosmic Artifact held almost all information about the Universe from its creation to date.
In the past, its current wielder had said that parts of it were missing and people had called him a liar.
Clearly, he wasn’t.
"It’s like five or seven parts of the Akashic Record here."
A ring of light appeared around Olivia’s irises and she looked around, about to speak further when John’s voice entered her ears.
"Would you believe , Olivia, if I told you that all of these records around us are only being held by two of those Seven?"
"..."
The woman was silent. This was because she could see the truth in John’s words.
For so reason, she could sense five parts of the Akashic Record from beyond a seemingly normal wall.
John walked up to it and pressed his hand on it. At his touch, the wall glitched out of existence, revealing another door to an even deeper room.
"You once called it childish, didn’t you, Olivia? My desire to defeat him. You told to just give up and accept that it was impossible."
Oliva looked at him in confusion, wondering what in the seven dinsions he was talking about now and the man just silently pushed the door open and gestured for her to enter.
Stepping in, Olivia saw the room was virtually empty, save for a single floating cube at the far end.
The closer she walked to it, the more she understood. The reason why John was so confident that Jamie would co to this Amphitheatre.
She understood what those five pieces of the Akashic Record were doing—their combined power was holding the ’Existential Record’ of just one person.
Looking down at the floating cube, she saw a na printed on its sides. The na of the man she had loved over millions of years.
Jamie Franklin Westley.
The Master of this Amphitheatre’s creator.
The first existence that Cassiel had ever recorded, was his master.
"I don’t know what Jamie did nor why he did it. But Jamie lost virtually all his power.
However, from what I’ve seen in Zotov, he is recovering bit by bit. He has scattered pieces of his power across the Universe and this is one of those pieces."
Olivia looked at the floating cube as John spoke. Within it, she could sense a fragnt of Jamie’s power. Sothing he’d put in there after Cassiel scanned his battle data—the only way his projection could truly represent his special abilities.
From her point of view, it wasn’t that much, just about enough to power a few galaxies. But for the current Jamie, that was a whole lot.
"There’s no way he would not co to this place. But tough Jamie knows Runes, he’s not as skilled as you are, and he doesn’t have enough energy, so I doubt he’d be able to get into this place even though he knows it exists."
John then placed a hand on his sister’s shoulders, a smile appearing on his face as he spoke.
"And that’s where I co in."
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