The gap at the End of Time.
This was a higher-dimensional reality beyond the Time Stream itself, where bizarre, fantastical colors formed the only prevailing tone.
A twisted castle that defied all physical laws stood silently atop a dead asteroid like an eternal tombstone.
Inside the castle, an aged figure wearing a towering crown and ancient robes slowly climbed the stairs with steady footsteps that seemed synchronized with time itself.
He arrived at the observatory.
There were no stars here, only countless endlessly surging timelines, like glowing giant serpents rolling, colliding, branching, and dying out amid infinite darkness.
"He's gradually recovering his memories."
The old man muttered slowly, "The 'Warden' was far too careless. He never noticed the true danger within Miles Zero. I had hoped he would restrain Miles Zero in the real world, but he... never seemed to take it seriously."
The moment he finished speaking, another figure appeared soundlessly behind him.
The man looked like a pharaoh who had stepped out of an Ancient Egyptian mural. Gold and lapis lazuli adorned his clothes, radiating the majesty and brutality of an ancient dynasty.
"It doesn't matter. Marcus is there too."
The pharaoh's voice was deep and confident. "He is my son, our sharpest spear, more than enough to handle any unforeseen trouble."
"Besides, even if something truly irreversible happens, it won't be much of a problem for us, Immortus."
Pharaoh Kang said to the old man, "Only a 'reality' acknowledged by you is reality. Any unacknowledged 'possibility' is meaningless."
"Rama-Tut."
The elder known as Immortus slowly turned around. At last, a faint ripple stirred in his eyes, which had been as still as ancient wells.
He looked at the "pharaoh," Rama-Tut, before him and said coldly, "You have made the same mistake as the Warden. You have also