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The fortress stood silent, its entrances unlocked, corridors lit by cold quantum light. When the Angels arrived—tearing through the fabric of nothingness—they expected resistance. Instead, they found an open domain and a man sitting calmly on a stone-and-steel chair, as if he had been waiting for them for centuries.

I lifted my head, heavy with a mind that had outgrown human thought.

“Why were you delayed?”

Their weapons hummed with the original frequency of creation. Their wings dragged shimmering streaks across the floor.

“We traverse time and nothingness to appear here,” the lead Angel said.

“I can do that at any second,” I replied, tone flat. “Why would your maker make you inferior and send you to your deaths?”

“We shall see.”

But I wasn’t mocking. I wasn’t defiant. I simply had no intention to stop them.

The Angels moved deeper into the chamber, their eyes taking in the designs, the constructs, the quantum engines humming beneath the floors. They saw what humanity had become—and how far ahead of schedule I had pushed them.

One Angel gestured toward the world outside.

“Look at them. Greedy mortals who know nothing but conflict in their hearts. You advanced their species millions of years early… and yet they remain weak. Ill-minded.”

Images flickered in the air: wars, betrayals, hunger, fear.

I didn’t look away.

“I know,” I said quietly. “But how can I abandon them now…”

The Angel stepped closer, shadows bending around its presence.

“There is a bigger fight you have not even seen,” it said.
“Even with your immense power, you still lack—because your mind still thinks like a human. When you ascend, you will see the bigger picture.”

My mind raced. Not in panic—never that.
In calculation.

I reached out mentally across universes, brushing against gods, architects, entities who never knew Earth existed. Every answer pointed to the same truth the Angel had uttered.

I had touched a level beyond comprehension.

And above it, like a thin veil over my thoughts, I finally sensed the boundary holding me back—
a glass ceiling.

One built not to imprison me…
but to protect me from what lay beyond it.

I exhaled slowly.

“So be it.”

I stood, the chamber trembling around me.
“Let’s see this reality of yours.”

The Angels did not touch me.
They didn’t need to.

Reality bent around my body as the fortress cracked open like a cocoon, reshaping into a cradle of ascension. Time peeled back. Light fractured. Sound folded into geometry.

The Angel’s voice filled my atoms.

“Prepare. What you become next will not belong to a species.”

And as the first cracks of transformation spread through my consciousness, I stepped willingly into the unknown.