Beelzebub's evolution was complete.
The butterfly drifted through Neo's Cosmos with slow, steady movements.
Its wings spread out like translucent sheets of light, and each flap carried the weight of impossible forces.
With one flap, it sent a wave through the timeline.
The response came back immediately, and what it sensed made the creature pause.
Neo's Cosmos… was brittle.
It wasn't a simple fracture or a temporary instability.
It was the kind of brittle that came from too much strain.
Neo had pulled people from different Cosmos (Elemental Universe) and placed them inside his own, over and over, across countless events.
Every time he did that, parts of their Fate, Life, Death, Time, and other internal quantities failed to transfer completely.
Each Cosmos was designed to be a closed system.
Everything inside it had a consistent fate line and a consistent temporal record.
But Neo had forced his Cosmos far beyond those limits.
