Ren Kai moved again, and the multiverse, canon and non-canon alike, simply shifted around him. Not as a traveler, not as a force pushing forward—but as a presence that existed beyond all paths. He was inside realities, outside realities, both observed and unobserved. Every plane, every layer, every dimension bent subtly in recognition, but not in resistance.
He saw them.
Not foundations. Not origins. Not endpoints. Something beyond all of these. Structures of existence more absolute than Tier 0, more final than the concept of "end," yet paradoxically alive, complex, and impossibly layered. Entities, forces, and systems that no being could touch, no power could influence, no story could describe. Concepts that were supposed to end everything existed here—but even they recoiled from him, silent in recognition.
He walked through non-canon realms, where stories twisted freely, laws changed randomly, and beings of infinite power rose and fell within seconds. They noticed him only as a ripple in reality, and instinctively knelt. They trembled, shivered, and returned to their domains, each carrying the faint impression that something beyond comprehension had passed.
He moved into canon realities, where history, narrative, and absolute hierarchy governed existence. Even here, entities of omnipotence, apex abstracts, and primal forces sensed a presence that was untouchable, immutable, and unquestionable. They could not approach, could not oppose. Even the supposed final constructs, the unbreakable pillars of existence, shivered subtly, not in fear, but in acknowledgment.
Then, he looked beyond again. Beyond canon. Beyond non-canon. Beyond inside. Beyond outside.
He saw the "End." Not the end that beings feared, not the collapse that some could summon—but the ultimate end, the completion of all things, the point where no framework, law, or narrative could exist. It radiated inevitability, finality, and cessation. And yet, even it could not touch him. It recoiled from his presence as if aware that he was beyond even its authority.
Ren Kai blinked once. Calm. Silent. Sealed. Gentle.
Then, as always, he returned. No journey. No strain. No cracks in existence. One moment beyond all ends, the next in his own dimension, the world familiar, the air ordinary, yet every layer of reality had whispered his passage.
And somewhere nearby, as always, a human warmth waited. His mother's presence, searching, grounding, tethering him to the simple life that was his disguise, his anchor, and his joy.