The Launch

People around the world feel the trembling and shaking, the very fabric of reality beginning to fracture and crack as Zachary's plans come to fruition. The boundaries between fiction and reality begin to merge, the two realms blending together in a chaotic and unstable melding.

People are terrified, unsure what is happening but knowing it is something world-changing. They sense that something is wrong, that the very fabric of existence is unraveling. Some people react with panic, while others stare in stunned silence.

I can sense the chaos and panic that has unfolded as the real world shakes and trembles, the people within it scared and confused. I can feel the sense of fear and uncertainty that has gripped the world, as the boundaries between reality and fiction begin to blur.

I use my thought communication abilities to connect with my author, seeking answers to the disturbances I sense in the real world. "hey Author what's going on in the real world." 

My Author answers. "The real world is currently experiencing a cataclysmic event. The boundaries between fiction and reality are merging, causing reality itself to shake and tremble. It's hard to say how bad the situation will get."

I listen intently, still troubled by the implications of this information. How far will this merge go, and what will happen to the real world and the fictional world once the merge is complete?

I communicate with Nxy." Nxy are you done merging with the Eternal world." 

Nxy replies to me via thought communication."Yes, I have merged with the Eternal world."

I speak. "good I need you to stabilise the bounds because I don't think this story is going to hold much longer." 

Nxy responds, her voice calm and composed. "Understood. I will do my best to stabilize the bounds and strengthen the narrative structure."

I nod, relieved that there is something that can be done to stabilize the situation. I watch as Nxy gets to work, using her powers to strengthen the narrative structure and stabilize the merging of reality and fiction.

I turn to Jupiter." Come on Jupiter we're ending this war once and for all."

Jupiter nods, her expression focused and ready for battle. "As you wish, Master. I am ready to end this war."

We both prepare ourselves mentally and physically, knowing that the confrontation that awaits us will be intense and dangerous. I take a deep breath, my heart pounding with anticipation.

Angelica, having sensed the shaking and chaos, quickly springs to her feet and speaks to Najimi. "Quickly, we need to act fast and stabilize the Omniverse. We don't have much time."

Najimi nods, understanding the urgency in Angelica's voice. They both begin to work together, focusing their energy and power on stabilizing the Omniverse, trying to prevent reality and fiction from merging completely.

They work quickly and diligently, their powers focused on repairing the fabric of reality and preventing further damage. But it's clear that the task is not easy, the strain of their efforts growing with each passing moment.

Meanwhile down below, an army surged from Zachary’s merged realm.

Beings from corrupted timelines, void-born monarchs, anti-fictional parasites—all flooding the narrative layers to devour what remained.

But they were stopped.

By Metilda, Primordial Queen of All  glowing with supreme logic and raw anomaly

And by my parents.

My mother, with her serene fury. My father, with calm destruction.
Both standing back-to-back with Metilda, their powers lacing through concepts and burning invaders into irrelevance.

“We’ll hold the line,” Metilda declared.
“Go.”

Jupiter and I didn't need more words.
We rocketed upward, breaching each ascending floor with speed that shattered metaphysical gravity.

And then, the world screamed.

[ALERT: MERGE PROTOCOL: 20% COMPLETE]

Reality itself coughed.

You felt it, didn’t you?

The pages of this story… they shook just now.

Your world twitched—like something unreal just brushed past you.

That’s Zachary.

He’s blending them.
He’s not just erasing boundaries—he’s rewriting the idea of boundary itself.

I clenched my fists.

“Zachary,” I whispered as we soared,
“You’re playing with everything. With them, with us, with truth, with fiction, with the worlds we all ran to in order to escape.”

Lightning cracked around me. My aura flared.
No longer bound to anything definable—just a storm of presence bursting through the seams of written reality.

I could feel it.
At the top.
He was waiting.
Zachary. The Destroyer of Definition.

And I was going to meet him there.
Not just to stop him.

But to remind him why stories matter.