A strange presence brushed against Eenos's awareness—soft, sharp, impossible to ignore.
Eenos:
Wait… where is this voice even coming from?
This presence… it doesn't belong to this plane.
And who are you?
Am I losing control of my own thoughts…
or am I truly hearing another consciousness?
The void between dimensions trembled.
Aeon:
Enough with the pointless confusion.
You already know what you did—
and you already know exactly who I am.
Eenos's lips curved into a slow, intrigued smile.
Eenos:
So… you can read minds as well.
Fascinating.
It seems fate has finally sent someone who might entertain me.
Aeon's presence sharpened.
Aeon:
I already know what is going to happen next.
So accept your end peacefully—
and allow me to consume you.
Eenos remained calm.
Eenos:
You speak with certainty.
But certainty alone does not win battles.
I am well aware that you carry a unique weapon…
and against such a thing, even I would need caution in direct combat.
Aeon:
Then why continue this conversation?
If you already know the outcome—
die already.
A faint distortion rippled around Eenos.
Eenos:
No… not yet.
We will meet again, Aeon.
But until that moment arrives—
grow stronger.
Make yourself worthy of standing before me.
(Within Eenos's thoughts)
His potential is unmistakable… but this journey has only begun for him.
Suddenly, the pressure vanished.
Aeon:
Wait—!
I didn't permit you to leave!
Don't turn your back and flee—!
A violent tremor echoed through Aeon's perception.
Aeon:
Where… did he go…?
His awareness expanded across layers of space.
Was Eenos truly a Fourth-Dimensional being?
Or had he masked himself behind an illusion?
No… this shouldn't be possible.
How could there be an error in my calculation?
Aeon searched again.
Nothing.
Aeon:
I can't feel his consciousness anywhere…
He genuinely escaped…
That single act of concealment alone shielded countless supereons…
Damn it.
Far beyond Aeon's reach, Eenos tore open the space across his chest. From within, a crystalline object pulsed with shifting temporal light—his Time Core. He twisted it once, and the flow of reality shuddered before he sealed it back into place.
Eenos:
Tell me, Saturn…
after observing Aeon for 18,746,829 sextillion years,
do you truly believe he is the one destined to fight beside you?
The one you believe will claim victory in the Fiftieth Omniverse?
A vast, ancient presence answered.
Saturn:
What reckless defiance drives your actions, Eenos…?
You anchored your presence to the Fourth Dimension—
a child's level of concealment.
Do you understand how close you came to unraveling everything?
Trust, once fractured, does not return as it was.
And mine toward you is already bleeding.
Eenos exhaled, unbothered.
Eenos:
You worry far too much for a being beyond time itself.
I merely tested the waters.
Saturn:
Silence.
Every word you waste echoes your own insignificance.
Eenos's gaze sharpened.
Eenos:
Still… if Aeon truly seeks to fight at your side,
then his first trial must be me.
Only then will he be worthy of your war.
Saturn:
If a single truth slips from your tongue into Aeon's awareness,
you will not be punished—
you will be erased, compressed into my core as forgotten matter.
Guard your speech.
Govern your existence.
Eenos:
Yet I concealed myself perfectly—
Saturn:
Then tell me—
what madness compelled you to surrender your true name,
the one anchor no illusion can sever?
Eenos paused, then spoke carefully.
Eenos:
I overcame the subconscious of another being I had consumed.
For a brief time, I stored his memories…
then erased the traces and restored my own,
ensuring Aeon could never trace me.
Yet my name…
Yes, that alone remains the flaw.
Then—another thought.
Eenos:
And another curiosity troubles me.
Why did you tell Aeon that you created his universe?
By all known truth,
that creation belongs to Vish...!
The void itself seemed to tighten.
Saturn:
Enough.
One more syllable from you, Eenos,
and your timeline will end before it remembers it ever began.
This discourse is finished.
Back to Aeon
Aeon stood alone upon fractured ground, energy still rippling around him.
Aeon:
That being… Eenos…
He ruined my hunt last night.
I will find him.
But first—
more supereons must be gathered.
That Night
The stars shifted as Aeon sat in silence.
Aeon:
Today's count—four consumed.
My total now stands at 1,250 supereons within my consciousness.
The memories of those I consume…
they refuse to stay silent.
Lives.
Fears.
Dreams.
It is becoming a curse.
If this continues…
I may abandon the consumption of humans on this planet entirely.
That one… Eenos…
Next time, I will not read false futures.
I will tear open his true subconscious.
And when I next meet Lord Saturn,
I will attempt something even more dangerous.
I will try to observe the future of Saturn himself.
I must know whether beings beyond the 25th Dimension
can truly forge false identities.
There is also Mahesh.
I must surpass the supereons he holds.
Only then will I finally fight him—
and step beyond this world toward the next planet.
After Many Days…
Time twisted beneath Aeon's path.
He consumed 1,968 beings within the Fourth to Sixth Dimensions.
With his Seventh-Dimensional power,
a gift bestowed by Saturn,
his dominance became absolute.
His consciousness now contained:
7,865 supereons.
Many of them were Sixth-Dimensional,
each one overflowing with immeasurable knowledge and force.
At last, Aeon made his decision.
He would leave the country
and travel to a distant land.
A location whispered through countless Fifth-Dimensional beings during his battles—
A place tied to strange anomalies and hidden forces:
"Area 51."
Alien sightings.
Unnatural activity.
Dimensional disturbances.
Aeon turned his gaze toward that distant horizon.
To Be Continued…