Novel & Cerita Dimensional Travel

I say and my parents drop their forks. "A parallel universe?" Mom asks. "How did he get here then?" Dad asks. "Well, my invention brought him here by accident. I call it the Inter-Universal Teleportation Machine 1.0. It transports objects and people," I explain, holding Travis, "from one universe to another. It's amazing isn't it?" "It is." Dad agrees. "The name's lame," Aimee comments with a deadpan tone. "You can call it the ITM-1, it's more catchy."

of the Core. To link the sprawling Empire, the Council established the "Trans-Dimensional Trade-Routes." These were not flight paths through space, but "Channels of Frequency" cut through the "Interstitial-White." These routes were the "Veins" of the Multiverse, carrying "Raw-Memory-Ore," "Superconducting-Silt," and "Compressed-History" between the parallel Unions. The trade was the lifeblood of the Empire, ensuring that the "Innovations" of one reality could be "Grafted" onto the "Struggles" of another.

He had sent her the images of the diagram moments ago, hoping her encyclopedic memory might find something they had missed. Kara's message was brief, but its impact in the silent underground chamber was like a bombshell. [Rayden, I recognize some of the small symbols on the periphery of the diagram. They are not from our world. They are constellation markers from my family's ancient texts on… dimensional travel.]

"Gas. High-temperature jet flames. When traps release them, they rush straight toward me. That means I encounter no resistance when I absorb them. In theory, this should be entirely doable." His eyes grew brighter as his thoughts pushed open the door to a brand-new domain. "My pocket dimension exists in a state of absolute, or near-absolute, stasis. So if I keep the kinetic energy unchanged and simply reverse the direction by altering the vector, I could even send the attacks straight back to their source." Cyrus paced the room, excitement flashing in his eyes. After thinking it through, he left and went downstairs to an empty apartment. There, he lit a fire to begin testing.

“What’s that?” “A snag,” said Ophois. “This is the space between dimensions,” Fenrir said, his voice grim. “Demeter’s plants were strong and thick enough to navigate this realm and create a breathable atmosphere that wouldn’t kill your physical bodies.” “Okay,” I said, hoping one of them would add a little more detail. Ophois tossed a gold key into the void, creating a second doorway that opened into a hallway. “This is the palace of the Sixth Dimension.” “So, we need to create another bridge?” I asked.

But her eyes were determined. “Celeste, what are you doing here?” I demanded. “You should be resting. Conserving strength—” “To do what? Wait while my binding is destroyed? While Vera’s family is murdered?” She stepped forward despite Kai’s protests. “No. There’s another way. There has to be.” “There isn’t,” Vera said, but her voice wavered with desperate hope. “I looked. There’s no other way.” “You looked in this reality. In conventional solutions.” Celeste moved to the edge of the ritual circle. “But we have access to Wanderer knowledge now. To beings who understand dimensional travel. The Harmonic Collective—they owe us favors for the trade agreements. They

Davina confessed. “Oh, yes. Sylvia is of the worst sort. We have met,” Freya said matter-of-factly. “You went back to our time?” Theo said with surprise. Freya shrugged. “I occasionally travel timelines as well as dimensions. I have met you both in one of your past timelines as well as a few dimensions.” “I’ve only jumped realities a few times,” Theo confessed. “I am mostly called upon to travel the timelines of this dimension.” “There is a lot to do in this dimension,” she said, thoughtfully. “I am sure the conclave keeps you busy.”

It read like a tour guide of the Underworld, down to the minutest detail, when it didn't go into the scratchings of the main character's slowly twisting mind. What he did remember was the Underworld existed on several planes below the surface and each of the 10 circles was layered right on top of the others in different dimensions. There was no way to travel linearly and you had to be careful not to wander into one of the other dimensions if you didn't want to get lost forever. It would have been helpful to know what course or dimension they had been set up for. But the suit said everything they needed was here in this trunk. As there wasn't much to see at the speed they were going, Jinx dec

I said, leaning back into my seat and closing my eyes. Portal pods are movable rooms that were constructed and specifically-enchanted to be vessels capable of transporting living things across dimensions without damaging them. It’s a little different from classic Teleportation magic—which any decent Mage ranked B and above can do—because Teleportation magic can only be used within the same dimension. You’ll just be creating a ‘window’ that connects one location to another, then stepping through it. But Portals are different. Instead of ‘windows’, it would be more accurate to describe them as ‘corridors’ connecting one location point in one dimension to another location point in a different d

★𝕽𝖎𝖝 The Temporal Cartographer was humming, the Core of Stabilized Chaos pushing the Vigilance not through space, but through the shimmering, turbulent streams of linear time. This was unlike any dimensional jump, dimensional travel was instantaneous. Temporal travel was a viscous, heavy process, like navigating a river of liquid glass.