"Old man.... just what the hell is that?" Nia asked, genuinely confused at such a term.

Elowen leaned forward slightly, her silver-rimmed glasses glinting as she adjusted them, her voice carrying the quiet enthusiasm of a dedicated scholar.

"I’ve been studying Pantheos’ history extensively since I arrived," she said, "but I’ve never come across that term before.

A Harmonious Hypercosm? It sounds... beyond even the highest classifications I’ve read."

Thalion nodded, his single eyeglass catching the light as he continued to gaze into the projection, his expression one of deep focus and quiet reverence.

"When my Codex Power reached Tier 9 a few millennia ago," he explained, his voice measured and scholarly,

"It granted me greater authority over the Narrative itself. Whenever I analyze something using it, terms appear in the Language of Gods — precise definitions that reveal the true nature of what I’m observing."

He paused, his gaze shifting from the projection to Nia and Elowen.

"However, in this case... this is the only term that showed. There wasn’t any higher or lower classification. Just... Harmonious Hypercosm."

He drew a slow breath, as if each word demanded careful handling.

"A Harmonious Hypercosm is... a realm of perfect, self-sustaining balance that is truly infinite.

It goes beyond the boundaries of existence and nonexistence, holding both within itself without contradiction.

There’s no end, no edge, no ultimate limit.

Every layer, every framework, every possibility stretches on without stopping.

It’s not just a world or a verse — it’s a living, breathing structure that can grow endlessly, weaving in new realities and even nonexistence without ever losing stability."

He paused briefly.

"In short... His Majesty is built with no ceiling. He’s a being... where the story can carry on forever, evolving entirely on its own."

Nia’s dark eyes narrowed as she took in the explanation, a faint, intrigued smile tugging at her lips.

"So... Ashy has created something that can grow even if he sleeps for ten billion years," she murmured.

"No wonder he does whatever the hell he wants."

Elowen adjusted her glasses again, her expression one of scholarly fascination mixed with awe as she processed Thalion’s explanation.

She leaned forward slightly, her voice thoughtful but probing.

"It’s fascinating... truly. A Harmonious Hypercosm — infinite in every direction, self-sustaining, without end." She then continued,

"But if it’s already so much... so boundless... then how can we possibly make it more? How do you improve upon something that has no ceiling to begin with?"

Nia smiled, a confident, almost playful glint in her dark eyes as she turned back toward Thalion.

She gestured smoothly with one hand toward the towering Infinite Resource Fountain beside her, its golden liquid cascading endlessly in shimmering tiers.

"That’s where your husband and this fountain come into play," she said, her tone carrying quiet pride.

"I also have my own Reality — or whatever it is at this moment."

With a shrug, she added, "It’s something I attained through devouring realities. My plan is to elevate it to something substantial enough to give Ashy another gift... and to help him, once again, become more."

Thalion’s single eyeglass glinted as he studied her, his expression shifting to one of focused interest.

"May I see this verse of yours?" he asked.

Nia nodded and waved her hand.

A shimmering portal opened in the void before them, revealing a completely empty expanse of darkness — save for a massive, super-world at its center.

The world was unmistakably molded in Ash’s image — a colossal realm with mountains mirroring his silhouette, rivers coursing like veins of his power, and endless plains that seemed to hum with his presence.

It was both beautiful and imposing, a world built as a personal tribute.

Elowen gave it a slightly uneasy look, her mouth parting as if to say something, but Thalion gently nudged her arm, shooting her a subtle glance that clearly meant... shut it.

He studied the projection for a long moment, his scholarly eyes taking in every detail before he finally spoke.

"You have a bubbling Endless Reality," he confirmed, his voice measured. "But since you only have about fourteen realities within it, you will need 985 more to become a complete Endless Reality."

Nia frowned slightly, crossing her arms as she absorbed the number.

Thalion continued, his tone shifting to one of thoughtful strategy.

"If we are to push Pantheos beyond a Hypercosm... then we need to make your verse even beyond an Endless Reality."

"Something that can serve as a true catalyst — a foundational pillar that elevates the entire framework."

Nia nodded, her dark eyes sharp with determination as she looked at Thalion.

"Where do we begin?" she asked. "Since you know the components that make up Pantheos, how should we go about making something to elevate it?"

Thalion paused for a moment, his single eyeglass glinting as he considered the question deeply. He and Elowen shared a quick glance, both of them clearly thinking the same thing at the exact same moment.

Then, almost in unison, they spoke.

"Let’s just create another... Hypercosm."

The words lingered in the void between universes, heavy with an audacious, almost sacrilegious notion.

With a relaxed smile, Thalion went on,

"It might not match the grandeur of Pantheos, but we can make it just right to add another layer atop the Endless Realities."

Nia’s lips curved into a slow, intrigued smile as she processed the suggestion, her gaze shifting between Thalion and Elowen.

"Then that’s what we’ll do," she said, her voice firm and decisive. "We start building the second Hypercosm. And we make it worthy of Ashy."

And with those words, Nia’s plans were firmly in place.

She wouldn’t be creating just any regular Endless Reality—no, she would craft an entirely separate Hypercosm for him.

’Hmm, now that I think about it... I’m sure he never intended to make any of us a Hypercosm... so this is perfect.’

The thought made her gift feel even more unique—something only she had conceived and brought to life.

And, of course, there was no way she’d give Thalion any credit. After all, it had been her idea from the start.