Omega Ascension System[BL]

Chapter 312: _Everywhere And Nowhere

Lucian’s POV

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Since he emerged from the moonlight well, he’s felt changed. Different. Like he was put through fire and moonlight and came out reborn.

A celestial sovereign.

Power he’s seen in his father and envied for years. The authority in his silent words. The way a room bows at his presence. The pressure that snapped in his chest anytime he questioned him.

All of it.

Now he had a chance to exert all that power without holding back.

"Amara!" He boomed, Alpha aura already lighting up his body like a descending sun. He stepped through a portal Kyren opened, supposed to lead them straight to wherever the hag was hiding.

Which should be here—

—A vast chamber covered in crystals, from the walls, to the ceilings and even the floor. Each crystal surface reflected like mirrors, breaking his reflection into multiple facets.

Behind him, Elian lingered close while Kyren flanked his right, closing the portal with a flick of the wrist.

"Do you feel it, Lucian?" Kyren mumbled, forehead knitted in a frown. "Space time here is different. Too different."

Indeed, Lucian felt a shift in the air around them. Merely staring at the prismatic surfaces made him realise this place was far from normal.

"I don’t care if this is at the heart of a fucking star." The Alpha Prince’s voice trembled, cracks spider webbing the ground beneath his feet. "All I want is to punch a hole straight through her heart and get my sister back."

No sooner had he said all that than a silvery laughter echoed. It bounced through the chamber, cold and amused, sounding like it came from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

"Such bold words for a baby Celestial sovereign," Amara remarked. "And would you look at that? You brought the moon blessed along with you... Right into my waiting arms."

Lucian subconsciously placed an arm in front of Elian, gaze darting around wearily. Of course, if left to him, he didn’t want Elian here at all.

But his mate had insisted, using his system as leverage. He told them he could spot things they might miss and maybe figure out something if a battle started.

Or rather, when a battle starts.

"You must be insane if you think you’ll be touching a hair from Elian’s hair." Kyren spread out his arms, palms sparking with crimson energy. "Release the princess, mother. We won’t say it again."

Silence.

The Alpha Prince’s eyes stayed moving, searching the crystal surfaces for any anomalies. Any shifting reflections.

His consciousness spread out, scanning the pocket dimension at a wider range. There had to be a sign of Aurora and the hag somewhere—

"Insolent fools!" Amara’s voice shook the entire chamber, sending cracks through the walls and ceiling. "When will you learn? I have the board in my hands and you all are merely pawns in the grand scheme of things."

Suddenly, a jagged crystal pillar rose from the ground just a few feet in front of Lucian. He reacted in a heartbeat, sending a punch charged with Alpha aura that shattered it instantly.

Kyren moved in a blur, flying into the air.

As if on cue, crystallised cracks in the space ahead formed. The cracks spread for several meters before collapsing in on themselves, revealing a woman in a black cloak glowing with a fierce white light.

Amara.

"Splendid spatial awareness, son." She grinned, flicking both wrists. "But you still lack what I have—true power and knowledge!"

Crystal cracks shattered around Kyren, taking shape until they formed thousands of mirror shards. Blades that seemed sharp enough to cut through time itself.

They moved, attacking Kyren from every angle. But he didn’t let himself get hit, a dome of condensed space-time curves forming around him like a diamond.

Meanwhile, Lucian glanced back at Elian giving him a nod. "You have that mind link spell active, right?"

His mate only smirked, mental voice echoing in his head. ’Locked and ready. The system ran a scan already. This pocket dimension is a hotbed for the concepts of destiny, fate and time.’

The Alpha Prince frowned but Elian didn’t leave him hanging.

’It means Amara has control over those concepts here. At a god-like level.’ Elian explained. ’If Aurora is here, you can’t sense her because she’s been hidden in between the folds of time. Past, present, future. So watch out for anomalies in time.’

’Think of it like she’s paused between seconds—existing, but never now.’

Somehow that last explanation made Lucian’s head burn hotter. He’d expected that after ascending, he’d just break into Amara’s territory, grab Aurora and punch his way out.

Who would’ve expected a gruelling game of space-time checkers?

So brute force wouldn’t be enough. Not here...

Fine. He’d break Amara’s board instead.

Runes screamed to life above them just then. Kyren had broken out of the onslaught of crystal blades, charging at Amara as giant crimson runes spun around them.

With a snap of his fingers, Lucian created a silver force dome around Elian. Then... He flew, the force of his ascension sending shockwaves that shattered the crystal floor for several meters.

He howled, a sonic attack aimed at Amara. She glanced back, eyes glinting with alarm.

BOOM!

It hit, sending her hurtling higher in the air. She neatly lost her stability, until the white light surrounding her shone with an even sharper intensity.

"Oh, so you want to play?" She cackled, raising her fingers. They moved like she was playing keys on a piano, precise and fluid. "Let’s play!"

A multi-directional wave erupted from her. Lucian’s eyes widened, Alpha energy flashing around him. He tried to evade but the wave hit him still.

"What the—"

His perception of time slowed rapidly in the next second. Trying to move made him realise his speed was that of a snail’s now.

She... She slowed down time?

Terror, he thought he’d never be able to feel again, shot through his being like lightning.

Time didn’t just slow. It thickened.

Each breath felt like pushing air through water. The afterimages of his own movements lingered too long, his silver aura stretching into ghostly trails that refused to collapse back into him.

Even the sound of Amara’s laughter warped—dragging, distorting, echoing as if reality itself struggled to keep up.

So this was her domain? Not power. But true control.

Lucian bared his teeth.

If brute force failed... then observation wouldn’t.

He stopped fighting the drag. Stopped resisting the sluggish pull gnawing at his limbs and instead looked.

Not with his eyes—but with his authority.

As a Celestial Sovereign, the world no longer moved around him. It moved in relation to him.

And suddenly, he saw it.

The crystals weren’t mirrors. They were timestamps.

Every reflection showed a slightly different Lucian. One where his fist hadn’t yet moved. One where it already had. One where Kyren was mid-strike. One where Amara hadn’t smiled yet.

Fragments of when.

Lucian’s chest tightened.

"Kyren!" he roared, voice tearing through the slowed air like a blade. "She’s folding time into surfaces—don’t look at the reflections!"

Too late.

One of the crystal panes shattered near Kyren, spilling warped seconds into the chamber like broken glass. Kyren hissed, forced to anchor himself with brute spatial authority to avoid being pulled sideways into another moment.

Amara smiled wider.

"You’re learning," she purred. "Too slowly. But learning still."

Lucian ignored her.

He stepped forward.

Each step cracked the floor—not from force, but from contradiction. Reality didn’t know where to place him anymore. The pocket dimension stuttered, recalculating around his presence.

That was when he felt it:

A tug.

Faint. Fragile. Wrong in more ways than one. Not ahead. Not behind. But between.

His heart slammed against his ribs. "Aurora..." he breathed. The name slipped from his lips before he realised he’d spoken.

And then—

"Lucian..." her voice echoed in his ears.

It was strained and layered with echoes that didn’t belong to the same moment.

"Lucian—please—" It came from everywhere and nowhere.

From a crack no wider than a hairline splitting one of the crystal walls—where reflections froze. Where time refused to flow forward or back.

Elian gasped behind him.

Lucian turned slowly, eyes blazing brighter than the moon itself.

He saw her.

Aurora was suspended in a fractured second, chains biting into glowing wrists, her form flickering between versions of herself—unharmed, broken, screaming, silent.

Rage detonated in him as the dimension shook.

"No," Lucian said softly but the word carried weight. And authority.

Silver Alpha aura exploded outward, no longer restrained. The force dome around Elian reinforced itself instinctively as the chamber began to collapse—cracks racing across every surface as the pocket dimension screamed in protest.

Amara staggered mid-flight.

"What—what are you doing?" she snarled, real fear flickering through her eyes now.

Lucian spread his arms.

"I don’t need to win your game," he said, voice layered with something ancient. "I just need to end the board."

Power surged—sovereign and absolute.

Crystals shattered into dust. Time unravelled on itself.

And the pocket dimension began to fall apart around him.