Experiment #42, , a blue-eyed albino gorilla, has survived years of Professor Procyon's brutal genetic trials.

His only friend in the lab is Experiment #24, a worm of the species Caenorhabditis elegans, whom Procyon enlarged to the size of a raccoon, believing that a bigger specimen would yield an easier path to extracting a cure. #42 calls her Eli.

Procyon's failed attempt to fix his own diabetes gave rise to Dr Lotor, the moral half of his divided self, determined to stop the professor's cruelty. When Dr Lotor helps #42 and Eli escape, Procyon shoots #42 with an experimental compound, flesh-eating banana pulp.

As the infection spreads, Eli tells #42 that she might know how to save him, as her kind naturally feeds on decaying plant matter.

She attaches herself to #42's wound, consuming the rot to save his life, and the two merge into a living symbiosis.

Now 42 + Eli roam the world as a hybrid being, half gorilla, half bio-weapon, driven to free Dr Lotor and end Procyon's experiments once and for all. But Procyon, convinced that their bond holds the key to his ultimate cure, hunts them relentlessly, turning their survival into a battle of science, conscience, and vengeance.

Together they keep hunting Prof Procyon to release Dr Lotor and being hunted by Prof Procyon because he believes that their symbiosis is the answer for the cure…

Preston, the Prestige Panda Dressed in a flamboyant clown suit, this red panda once dreamed of becoming the world's greatest magician.

A born showman but a hopeless performer, his tricks always went wrong, audiences laughed for the wrong reasons, and his career vanished faster than his rabbits.

Still, he refused to quit. He believed that if red pandas could become as beloved as giant pandas, his kind might finally be seen and saved. So he wandered the world in search of the perfect trick, something truly magical that would make people notice.

One night, not far from Lake Chad, he stumbled upon aliens trying to "abduct" a confused animal, an Addax.

At first, he thought it was a kidnapping, in truth, the aliens were rescuing endangered species to repopulate them elsewhere.

(They'd once famously tried to beam up a Mastino Neapolitano, mistaking it for a dugong… these guys aren't very good at their job.)

Seeing their cause, the Red Panda felt a spark of purpose, they were trying to save species, just like he'd always wanted.

The aliens, amused by his enthusiasm and talent for misdirection, offered him a deal: they'd give him alien tech disguised as stage props: top hats that teleport, handkerchiefs that entangle, wands that distort gravity, if he'd help them safely "capture" endangered creatures for repopulation.

Now, armed with intergalactic illusion tech, he travels around the world performing his "magic shows", sometimes dazzling, sometimes disastrous, helping the aliens one "trick" at a time.

In one of Nadox's chaotic jumps between universes, Axel got caught in the rolling paradox wave. Instead of being "dimensioned" into a bowling pin like everyone else, he was ripped out of his home universe entirely and thrown into Professor Procyon's primary timeline.

Disoriented and alone, Axel did what any water snail would do: he tried talking to the local snails. Unfortunately, they had no real language, no higher cognition, and absolutely no idea why this stranger was trying to hold a conversation with them. Desperate for help, he wandered on, searching for anyone who could understand him.

That's when he stumbled upon young Professor Procyon, who happened to be collecting cone snails for his insulin-venom research. Axel was astonished. In his universe, raccoons couldn't communicate at all; yet this raccoon not only understood him, but spoke with a precision and intelligence that made Axel believe he had finally found someone who could help him return home.

Procyon welcomed him eagerly. Axel didn't know it then, but he became one of the earliest contributors to Procyon's insulin experiments, helping shape delivery systems and refine venom-based insulin prototypes long before Procyon lost his mind to sugar obsession. Axel thought he was assisting a brilliant scientist. Instead, he was slowly helping build the very machine that would enslave him.

When Procyon's descent into madness became irreversible, Axel's role changed. He was no longer a collaborator… he became an equipment.

The professor strapped Axel to a venom extracting machinery to his shell, and modified his venom gland into a living insulin injector. Procyon refused to use ordinary insulin pens, convinced he was too smart and too superior for "pharmaceutical peasant tools." He wanted a living, self-regulating injector.

Axel became his EpiPen… against his will.

Axel was forced to follow Procyon everywhere, pumping insulin into him whenever the professor's levels dipped.

Dr Lotor was horrified. In the brief windows when he overtook Procyon's body, he saw Axel suffering, a living medical device trapped in servitude. One night, using the few minutes of control he had, Dr Lotor helped Axel break free. Together they modified Procyon's machinery by mounting a set of tank-like wheels to his machine to make it an escape rig, powered by Axel's own venom, letting him finally roll away from his captor.

Now Axel roams the world as a venom-fuelled escapee. His defense is the one thing Procyon never managed to exploit: the muscle-paralysing sting of the cone snail. When anyone gets too close, Axel doesn't hesitate… one sting, paralysis, escape.

He may be small, but he's fast, toxic, and absolutely done being anyone's medical appliance.

His eyes rolled back from the strain of speed when he's in his rocket mode.

He can't control it, he just can ride fast and straight, never mind anything that's on his way.

Eenk was once a world-famous Sphynx tattoo artist, celebrated for turning bare skin into living art. Obsessed with creating the ultimate masterpiece, he decided that his final canvas would be himself.

Experimenting with pigments, mixes, and metallic compounds, he discovered a shimmering "quicksilver" ink unlike anything he'd seen. Mesmerised, he covered his entire body in it — his ultimate work.

As he admired his reflection, he whispered, "This is epic." And in that instant… he began to fade.

His body vanished before his eyes.

Panic turned to fascination when he realised he could control the effect… becoming invisible, moving faster, lighter, free.

Days later the sickness hit. Weakness, trembling, pain. Doctors diagnosed severe mercury poisoning from the quicksilver pigment.

With only weeks to live, Eenk sought help from the infamous Professor Procyon.

Procyon created a temporary antidote, a serum that must be taken every week to hold the symptoms at bay but the cure comes with a leash… To receive each dose, Eenk must obey Procyon's orders: track down and recapture the escaped experiments.

Now, the invisible cat stalks the shadows, chasing Procyon's creations across worlds, not out of loyalty, but to earn his next injection. He's fading, poisoned, and furious… but he's also the most efficient hunter alive.

The aliens arrived on Earth with good intentions. Or at least, that's what they claim.

Their mission: save endangered species by abducting them, relocating them off-world, and "encouraging" them to repopulate.

Their method: forced pairing, controlled breeding, zero consent.

To them, genetics matter more than emotions.

To the animals, they're just kidnappers with tractor beams.

No one wants to be stuffed into a floating breeding chamber with someone they didn't choose.

Their incompetence doesn't help.

They once tried to beam up a Mastino Neapolitano, thinking it was a dugong.

They've abducted poodles instead of alpacas, anteaters instead of aardvarks, and still insist it's "all part of the plan."

To make things worse, the aliens are now chasing Professor Procyon's escaped experiments. Not to experiment on them, but to fix them.

They genuinely believe they can reverse the damage, restore their bodies, and return them to how nature intended.

The problem?

Nobody believes them.

You can't spend years abducting animals and forcing them to breed, then suddenly say "trust me, bro."

They're annoying, clueless intergalactic zookeepers with a god complex.

Well-meaning? Maybe.

Helpful? Absolutely not.

Easy to outrun? Sadly, no. They still have tractor beams.

Marsel never wanted adventure.

He wanted two things in life: eucalyptus and sleep.

But then the aliens happened.

While attempting to "help" koalas by abducting one to give him medicine for something they definitely shouldn't have googled, the aliens kept him in an unlocked enclosure, assuming he was too slow and too stupid to escape.

They were wrong.

Marsel wandered off, found their storage room, and noticed a shiny staff on display.

Curious, he grabbed it.

With his claws he pressed a button. Then another.

Boom. Time travel.

He was instantly teleported to the Jurassic period.

Marsel thought he was just back in Australia.

Lots of plants. Lots of green. Looked perfect.

He went searching for eucalyptus, found a tree that "looked right," leaned the staff against it, climbed up, and took a giant bite out of what he thought was a leaf.

It wasn't a leaf.

It was Stegosaurus' large bony plate on the back.

The dinosaur freaked out, shook him off, and the koala fell… straight onto the time staff.

The staff jammed itself somewhere anatomically inconvenient.

Now, whenever the koala gets startled, he releases a floating soap bubble… and time-travels.

Slow. Drifting. Impossible to predict.

Very hard to catch.

Completely confused, hungry, and chronologically unstable, he keeps popping in and out of different eras, accidentally causing catastrophic ripple effects without knowing what he's doing.

All Marsel wants is a nap and a leaf.

Instead, he's a walking timeline hazard.

The problem:

He has no idea what a timeline is.

Every hop creates a new paradox.

And the longer he keeps jumping, the worse history gets.

Xandra (who wants to reverse time and fix her own past) is trying to catch him.

The aliens want the staff back.

But time can't be undone: every jump makes more branches, not fewer.

The butterfly effect just keeps snowballing.

The koala? Still just looking for eucalyptus.

Nadox was never supposed to exist.

Once upon a timeline, he was just a normal pangolin, a quiet creature, rolling in dust, eating bugs, entirely unbothered by the universe.

No powers. No destiny. Just peace.

Then Marsel stepped on a butterfly.

Not intentionally. Not heroically. Just one of the thousands of tiny, clueless moments the koala causes while accidentally time-jumping through history.

And the universe, already fragile, already tired, snapped.

Reality needed something to fill the gap created by the crushed butterfly.

So it made Nadox.

He wasn't born.

He just happened.

And ever since, the universe has been trying to decide whether he deserves to stay.

His scales flicker in and out of existence, reshuffling themselves like reality keeps hitting undo. Sometimes his whole body folds into a perfect sphere, as if every dimension is trying to compress him into one single acceptable shape.

When that happens, he rolls.

Not majestically. Not purposefully. He just becomes a bowling ball of panicked physics, bouncing off walls and apologising as he goes.

Anyone nearby briefly turns into a bowling pin (upright, frozen, confused), before snapping back into normal shape like nothing happened.

Nadox always feels terrible about it.

"I am sooooooorryyyyyy!" 💥crash 💥 "I did NOT mean to do that!"

He believes the koala is his creator.

In his mind, if the koala made him exist, then the koala can un-make him and fix everything that's wrong with him, and the timeline.

So he follows Marsel across dimensions searching for the right koala, the one who turned him into… this, shouting "FATHER!" with the dramatic intensity of a Shakespearean actor who has absolutely no idea what play he's in.

But Nadox has seen things the koala hasn't.

He's glitched through dimensions where the world becomes Professor Procyon's dominion, where the world collapses, where Dr Lotor never takes full control. He knows what Procyon can be, what he does to the last version of reality.

He's seen the realities no one else has.

So Nadox runs, rolls, glitches, and chases… not because he wants answers, but because he's terrified he already knows them.

Stop Procyon.

Find Marsel.

Beg him to "reverse-birth" the paradox out of existence.

And try, very hard, not to accidentally bowl through reality again.

Meanwhile, Marsel just wants a leaf and a nap and has no idea why a screaming pangolin is calling him father.

Elric was an addax alchemist obsessed with one goal: saving his species from extinction.

He believed transmutation was the only path.

If he could create a perfect cloning mechanism, his kind might live on.

There was one rule every alchemist knew:

Never use a living being in a transmutation circle.

Elric obeyed that rule for years… until time ran out.

As the survival odds of his species dwindled, his calm dedication warped into desperation. He stopped sleeping, stopped eating, stopped documenting. He spent days and nights in a fevered trance, drawing and erasing transmutation circles across his workshop floor, muttering equations and theories that only barely made sense.

He wanted a defence mechanism, a way to produce unlimited clones, a last line of survival for the addax.

He wanted salvation.

Instead, he created tragedy.

One night, Doug wandered into the dimly lit lab. The room glowed with unstable alchemical symbols. Doug raised a candle to see better, calling out to his friend, but Elric was too deep into chanting to hear him. Doug stepped closer, and saw a body tied inside one of the circles.

Shocked, he rushed forward to pull it out.

The moment he crossed the boundary, the circle activated.

Elric snapped out of his trance too late. Realising Doug was about to be transmuted with the body, he lunged toward him, but his attempt to push Doug away only dragged himself into the circle as well.

The universe took the deal.

The forbidden transmutation ignited, fusing them both with paraffin material, twisting their bodies into wax-like versions of themselves.

Their minds were flooded with the raw truth of existence.

The universe accepted the body in exchange for knowledge… one body… one gets to keep it. Doug became the vessel for the knowledge, retaining the complete truth in his mind.

Elric survived, but not unchanged.

His elegant white body flickers like a half-burnt candle. The tips of his wavy horns glow like candle flames. His alchemist gloves bear transmutation circles; and a reversed star is now carved into his brow l, a brand of forbidden practice.

His power drains constantly, tied to Doug through the failed ritual. He needs Doug's wax to recharge his horn-flames and continue his research, convinced Doug holds the key to the perfect cloning formula.

Doug, however, wants nothing to do with him.

He's furious, traumatised, and after briefly experiencing life, death, and the truth beyond, he's realised nothing really matters.

If the universe is already predetermined, he might as well enjoy himself.

And he definitely wants no part in Elric's desperation anymore.

Doug was a chilled dude.

Everyone wondered how he and Elric ever became friends.

Elric was driven, disciplined, obsessive.

Doug… wanted nothing more than to discover the alchemical trick for making gold and live a comfortable life.

They met during alchemist training and bonded instantly, opposites that somehow balanced.

But after the failed transmutation, Doug is no longer a normal Komondor.

His body is made of soft, living wax. His long cords melt and drip with excess life-energy. When they grow too heavy, Doug shakes himself like a wet dog, and pieces of wax fly everywhere.

Each tiny wax flake becomes a chaotic miniature Doug:

tiny snoopy-shaped minions animated by leftover fragments of Elric's mind.

They skitter around searching for any energy source, usually chewing on power lines, magic conduits, or anything dangerous they can find, leaving chaos everywhere Doug goes.

Doug doesn't care.

He's accepted the universe as it is.

He's seen what waits on the "other side," and none of this matters anymore.

He even abandoned walking upright, drifting through life on all fours because effort is for creatures who still think the universe notices them.

Elric, however, still needs Doug's wax to survive.

Doug would rather melt into a puddle than help the friend who destroyed him. But fate, and their shared curse, keep dragging them back together.

Zazel comes from a dimension that fed on life itself.

A realm sustained by destruction, chaos, and consumption. Everything that lived there was devoured, twisted, or erased until nothing remained.

With no worlds left to ruin and no life left to consume, Zazel became bored.

That was when he tried to pierce the veil.

For a brief moment, he came face to face with the Universe. Not a place, not a god, but a conscious all-being that had once nurtured his dimension before abandoning it to its inevitable collapse. Zazel saw a glimpse of her power and became convinced of one thing: if he could capture her and extract her living essence, he could become her equal.

But the Universe does not linger.

After consuming the last remaining chaos gods and monsters of his dead domain, Zazel gathered enough power to tear through reality and cross into another dimension, searching for the place where the Universe's influence flowed strongest.

He arrived in a world of magical animal creatures, a realm blessed by fragments of the Universe's power. Here, magic was common, woven into living beings themselves. Zazel knew this was one of her favoured domains.

The crossing nearly destroyed him.

Exhausted, stripped of most of his power, Zazel collapsed upon arrival with his body half-slime state. A passing ape-like creature, noticed the dark residue clinging to its paw. Annoyed, it scraped Zazel off and flicked him into a gutter like dirt.

In his own dimension, Zazel had been a god.

Here, he was nothing more than a stain.

Humiliated and furious, he raged silently at the Universe.

"Am I a joke to you?"

Forced to adapt, Zazel decided to learn. He hid, observed, and slowly regained fragments of his power over centuries. Once he was strong enough, he chose a form that suited this world best: the Aristocats, a one-eyed feline race that ruled the domain with arrogance and indifference, caring little for the suffering of others. Their cruelty and entitlement made them a perfect disguise.

He waited.

And waited.

Centuries passed. The Universe did not return.

Bored once again, Zazel decided to force her attention.

If chaos was what once sustained him, chaos would be his signal.

He took the species that had insulted him upon his arrival and twisted them into something monstrous. Apes were fused with horses, giraffes, rhinos, and donkeys, creating the Centures. Two species trapped in one body, their minds permanently torn in opposing directions.

The result was feral madness.

The Centures retained only the instincts to consume and expand. They became nomadic conquerors, overrunning land after land like roaming dynasties, grazing, devouring, and destroying without purpose or end. Their confusion and rage made them perfect conduits for Zazel's will.

Through them, Zazel began tearing this dimension apart, hoping that enough chaos would finally draw the Universe back to him.

If she would not return willingly, he would burn her favourite world until she had no choice but to notice

Kitsune comes from a dimension overflowing with magic.

A world of mages, runes, and spellcraft refined over centuries.

It wasn't enough.

When Zazel arrived, their magic barely slowed him. Entire regions fell to chaos, and the survivors quickly understood a hard truth: Zazel could not be defeated. At best, he could be removed.

Fueled by rage and desperation, the remaining mage councils gathered their strongest practitioners and began a year-long trial to determine who stood even a chance against him. From hundreds of competitors, three finalists emerged.

Kitsune, a fennec fox mage whose mastery lay in teleportation and spatial control.

Rolo, her closest friend, a basset hound gifted in conjuration and complex trap magic.

And Tsuba, Kitsune's cousin, a generalist mage with overwhelming speed and precision.

They knew they wouldn't kill Zazel.

But they might be able to send him back.

Together, they studied ancient time-runes and discovered proof of other dimensions, including the ruined chaos realm Zazel came from. They devised a single plan: bind him, open a return portal, and force him through before the spell collapsed.

The battle that followed was catastrophic.

Thousands of mages joined the effort. Most did not survive. When Zazel was finally restrained, Rolo and Tsuba held him from either side while Kitsune began the teleportation ritual. She combined her spatial magic with the time-runes and unleashed the spell.

The portal opened.

Zazel was dragged toward it, resisting with everything he had. As the pull intensified, he grabbed onto Rolo and Tsuba, anchoring himself to them. Seeing the spell destabilising, Kitsune rushed forward and fired a second blast to break his grip.

It worked.

But not cleanly.

The portal swallowed Zazel, and collapsed at the same moment. Rolo and Tsuba were caught in the implosion, their bodies fused into a single elongated creature: a cat-dog hybrid with two heads, forever bound by the same mistake.

Zazel was gone.

Or so Kitsune thought.

The second blast disrupted the portal's navigation. Instead of returning Zazel to his original domain, it hurled him into another reality, the Toon Mayhem primary dimension, home to many of the creatures he would later torment.

Zazel recovered slowly. Some of his power returned. His form stabilised into the one he already wore: the Aristocat guise. While regaining strength, he sensed something new. The Universe's blessing pulsed strongly around a single creature… Doug.

He didn't know who Doug was.

Or where to find him.

But he felt the blessing was somewhere in this domain.

Kitsune, meanwhile, carries the weight of everything that followed. She feels responsible for unleashing Zazel into an innocent dimension and for what happened to her friends.

happened to her friends. She now hunts Zazel not out of vengeance, but obligation.

She must undo what she caused.

Free Rolo and Tsuba.

And finish what they started by sending Zazel back to the domain he should never have escaped

The God.

The totality of existence.

Call her whatever you want… she is the Universe.

She is neither evil nor good. She simply is.

She possesses full knowledge of everything that has been, everything that is, and everything that will be. All energy flows from her. All matter, all time, all possibility.

She creates.

She collapses.

She moulds domains and lets others fade away.

It is her world.

She does not concern herself with the lives of mortals. Not out of cruelty, but because their struggles exist far beneath the scale she operates on. Her purpose is creation itself, not governance. Intervention is rare, subtle, and never without consequence.

On occasion, she guides.

Once, she did so with Doug.

Zazel believes himself worthy of her attention.

He is not.

To the Universe, Zazel is a minor disruption, a self-inflicted wound from a forgotten domain. He rages, destroys, and schemes, but he does not matter enough to warrant correction. She does not chase chaos; she allows it to burn itself out.

While others fight, suffer, and search for meaning, the Universe continues her work. Always building. Always ending. Always moving on.

And when she chooses to act, the world does not notice at first.

Dolly Wild always dreamed of walking the catwalk.

She never did. Too self-conscious. Big ears. Short, stumpy legs.

She learned early how to smile through it, how to perform confidence while quietly hating every photo. Fame didn’t come from fashion. It came from attention.

She went viral on social media pulling impossible stunts on a skateboard, fearless, precise, magnetic. Millions followed.

People didn’t just watch her — they adored her. And she adored that feeling right back. Recognition became dopamine. Dopamine became addiction.

When the hype plateaued, she pivoted. Music.

She mixed extreme sports with a hauntingly beautiful voice, and it exploded. Critics called it “divine.” Fans called her a “godsend.”

With the money she earned, she could have retired, disappeared, lived peacefully. But peace wasn’t what she wanted.

She wanted everyone to know her. Every person. Every world. No one left unaware of Dolly Wild.

She never considered surgery. Scars. Recovery. Time away from the spotlight.

And worse… weakness. Her persona was untouchable. Flawless. She could never let the world see doubt.

That’s when she heard about Professor Procyon.

An old friend, Eenk, told about this mad genius that can fix absolutely everything but he warned her. Told her everything. Said Procyon had enslaved him, used him, broken him.

But… the only thing she heard was that he also cured him.

Was that enough to give herself up for being enslaved? Used? Can she actually charm him enough not to attach any strings to her?

Not long after, she called Doug, her long-lost love and ex, the only one who ever knew her true self. No personas. No performance. Just her.

They had drifted apart years ago, but after Doug lost Elric, they reconnected as friends. He didn’t care about the world anymore. She cared about it far too much. Somehow, that imbalance made their conversations work.

She had helped him through his grief. Now she needed him to help her make decision.

During the call, Doug told her she was perfect the way she was. That none of it mattered anyway.

It didn’t help. It made her panic more.

He swore he wouldn’t tell anyone… then, trying to steady her, he told her everything. About Elric. About what he’d seen. About the truth behind existence. About the Universe.

Now Dolly knew there was something bigger than fame. Something that didn’t rely on trends, algorithms, or memory.

So maybe succumbing to Professor Procyon’s tricks wouldn’t be the worst outcome, if it came to that.

Dolly forced her way into a high-profile gala where she knew Procyon would be present.

During the night, she casually joined his table, steering the conversation carefully, vaguely. She never asked directly. She posed it as a thought experiment, a playful “what if,” baiting his ego to see just how far his genius could really go. She asked if it was possible to “adjust” features. Ears. Legs. Small imperfections. And what would it take to make something maybe to alter everyone’s memory.

Procyon replied bluntly.

First part — easy as it gets. He does it all the time, it is what he’s good at.

As for the second — he could create something that made people forget her old form, but statistically, it would be impossible to make everyone take it.

Worse, it might make them forget her entirely.

He jokingly said that only the “Universe” can do that… everyone laughed… except her and another one.

Across the table, Zazel met her gaze.

They both realised it at the same time:

They knew something the others didn’t.

Procyon continued to dismiss it as theoretical speculation. Everyone at the table listened in awe.

When Procyon finished his rambling, the crowd lingered around him.

Dolly and Zazel slipped away to the balcony of the towering high-rise. The city glowed beneath them. Dolly shivered. Zazel draped his coat over her shoulders and spoke plainly.

He told her he could give her perfection.

He could rewrite her body. Erase memory of who she used to be. Or better, give her a domain of her own to rule, where she would never be forgotten.

All he needed was her help finding someone.

She didn’t ask who.

He didn’t tell her.

Neither of them realised the person Zazel was hunting was Doug… her ex.

Dolly never told Zazel where her knowledge of the Universe came from.

Zazel didn’t ask. He considered it irrelevant. Digging deeper might reveal too much about his true goal: capturing the Universe.

And Dolly?

For the first time in her life, she wasn’t chasing attention.

She was chasing eternity.

Xandra came from humble beginnings, but talent carried her far. From an early age, she excelled in martial arts, defeating every opponent placed in front of her. Discipline, control, and an unbreakable will defined her long before power ever did.

That same drive carried her into politics.

She majored in political science with the same focus she brought to combat, rising quickly through elite circles. Much of that rise was alongside Sirloin. They had known each other since childhood, competing in martial arts tournaments across the country. To this day, Xandra remains the only person who ever defeated him in competition.

“You could be my number two when I come into power,” Sirloin once told her.

“Mate, you couldn’t beat me here,” she replied. “Why would you ever think you’d beat me in politics?”

With Sirloin’s family status opening doors and her own competence keeping them open, Xandra became his most trusted advisor. Their path forward was clear: power, succession, control. A future they had talked about since they were kids.

Then came the diplomatic tour abroad. A show of influence, alliances, and strength.

They stood in an open field marked for a future city, taller and grander than anything built before. As speeches were made and plans unveiled, something at the edge of the space flickered.

A distorted animal silhouette glitched in and out of existence, folding and unfolding as if reality itself couldn’t decide where to place it. Security shouted for everyone to keep their distance.

“Don’t come closer!” the creature screamed. “I have no control over it!”

It was Nadox, trapped in one of his paradox jumps.

The distortion collapsed inward. Nadox compressed into himself, forming an unstable, rolling sphere of reality. As it spun out of control, his voice echoed through the space.

“I am soooorryyy—”

The sphere surged forward, closing the distance instantly. The impact wasn’t force. It was displacement. Space snapped. Xandra was struck, and so was parts of her body.

Nadox vanished.

To everyone present, it looked like a coma.

Her body was rushed to the only person who could keep her alive and understand what had happened: Professor Procyon.

But Xandra wasn’t unconscious in the way they thought.

For three months, her body lay unresponsive, while her mind existed elsewhere.

In another body. In another timeline. She witnessed a coup attempt on Sirlion by Winston, she managed to stop it. Sirloin was able to remain in power, and she stood beside him as successor, shaping the world she had always believed she was meant to rule. She lived that life long enough to know it was real.

In meantime, in her reality, Procyon saved her life.

Unlike others, he never treated Xandra as a subject. He adored her. She had been the one who pushed him through the scientific ranks, secured his early funding, and helped him obtain his first fully equipped laboratory.Without her support, he would never have risen.

But his arrogance showed.

Instead of attempting biological restoration, Procyon chose improvement. He rebuilt missing parts of her body with mechanical replacements, stronger and more resilient than anything organic.

In his mind, enhancement was superior to repair. Protection mattered more than consent. Nothing like this would ever be allowed to happen to her again.

When Xandra finally woke, the first thing she asked about was the coup.

In her absence, in her reality, everything had gone the opposite way.

Sirloin was overthrown by Winston. The coup was swift. The future she had seen was gone.

She was furious. Her body had been altered without her permission, her power, her status, everything she worked for was gone. But there was no time to dwell on it.

She told Procyon everything she remembered. Other dimensions were real. She had lived in one. That was the moment Procyon truly understood the multiverse. Nadox. Axel. Other realms.

She knows, with absolute certainty, that if she had been there, she would have stopped it. Sirloin would have remained in power. And she would have become his successor, exactly as they had planned.

Now Xandra lives with two losses:

a part of the body taken by another dimension,

and a future stolen by absence.

She has set her sights on Nadox’s space-jump capabilities, believing they are the only way to reclaim what was taken… her limb, her power, and the path she was meant to walk.

And she intends to reclaim both.