All Chapters of Crown of The Omega : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I woke on the final night before convergence wrapped in four sets of arms.We had abandoned pretense of separate sleeping. The bond pulled us together anyway, and with hours remaining before I merged with my cosmic future self, proximity felt necessary. Essential. Like memorizing each other through skin contact before everything changed."You are awake," Kael murmured against my hair. "I can feel your thoughts racing.""Cannot sleep." I traced patterns on his arm, feeling the bond hum between us. "Keep wondering what happens tomorrow. If I will still be me afterward.""You will be." Rhett's voice came from somewhere behind me. "The entity said merge, not replacement. You absorb her memories and power. You remain the foundation.""Or I become her and lose everything that makes me myself." My voice cracked. "What if I ascend and cannot feel anymore? Cannot love you the way I do now?"Through the bond, four sources of fierce determination flooded into me."Then we drag you back down," Da

The Arbiter pulled us through dimensions with casual ease.One moment we stood in the crystal palace surrounded by terrified warriors. The next, we existed in a space that predated reality itself—white void stretching infinitely in all directions, unmarked by time or physics."Where are we?" we asked, our unified voice echoing strangely in the emptiness."Nowhere. Everywhere. The space between possibilities where cosmic law is written and enforced." The Arbiter manifested more fully—not corporeal exactly, but present in a way that made existence itself feel less substantial by comparison. "You are being judged for violation of fundamental cosmic principles.""What principles?" We accessed our merged consciousness—five perspectives analyzing simultaneously. "We did not choose to become this. We were forced by circumstance.""Ignorance is not defense against cosmic law." The Arbiter circled us like a predator studying prey. "You merged mortal consciousness with divine power while mainta

I stood in a world where the others had never existed.Not dead. Not lost. Never existed.The kingdom was whole. The palace pristine. Warriors walked past me with no recognition because in this dimension, I was nobody. Just an omega who had never saved anyone, never bonded with princes, never mattered at all."This is the Crucible," a voice explained. Not the Arbiter—this was feminine, ancient, tired. "This is the reality where you made different choices. Where you did not interfere. Where the timeline progressed without your chaos."I watched King Aldric walk past, uncorrupted, ruling with casual competence. Watched Queen Elara at his side, alive and present. Watched four princes who did not know my name moving through their days with the easy confidence of men who had never been broken."They are happy here," the voice continued. "Kael was never brutalized by his father. Rhett never became isolated through political games. Darius never carried impossible expectations. Marcus was nev

The second Lyra appeared three days after our return.We were in the Council chambers, attempting to explain cosmic trials to advisors who barely understood basic magic, when reality tore open like fabric and she stepped through.Not Anti-Lyra anymore. Just Lyra. Mortal. Vulnerable. Carrying memories of prosecuting us while also remembering being us in the original timeline."Hello," she said, her voice shaking slightly. "This is—awkward."We stood from our five thrones, our unified consciousness processing her presence through multiple perspectives simultaneously. Through Kael's eyes, she looked like threat. Through Rhett's, strategic complication. Through Darius's, puzzle requiring solution. Through Marcus's, kindred spirit who understood corruption and redemption. Through my own awareness—she looked like mirror reflecting paths not taken."You descended," we said. "The Architect gave you mortality.""And memories. And guilt. And—" She stopped, overwhelmed. "—and the knowledge that

The entity showed us reality from outside time itself.We watched creation unfold backward—saw the Architect impose order on chaos not to preserve existence, but to harvest it. Every soul that ever lived, every consciousness that developed, every love that formed across the eons—all of it feeding something vast and hungry.The Architect was not creator maintaining creation.The Architect was parasite consuming it slowly."No," New Lyra breathed beside us. "That cannot be—I served the Architect for millennia. I would have known—""You knew what it wanted you to know," the entity said. Its thousands of eyes reflected images of cosmic law being written, rewritten, each iteration designed to maximize suffering because suffering produced the richest spiritual energy. "The Architect is ancient. Patient. It has been feeding on existence since the moment it created existence. You were tool. As were all cosmic entities. Enforcers of systems designed to produce maximum consciousness for consump