Ash sat cross-legged within his inner verse, with a smile like no other gracing his face.
His satisfaction stemmed less from the game itself and more from the remarkable insights the spirits had gained.
"If I'm correct," he said, "there are indeed eighteen Organisms. And in just one month, everything will reset?"
In truth, the so-called champions were of little concern to him. What truly thrilled him was the prospect of a complete reset, an opportunity for everything to begin anew.
He knew this to some extent, just like with all the other endings he'd seen—new civilizations always emerged.
But they always grew from the remnants of what came before.
A progenitor might sometimes emerge from the flaws of an existing one, but this time was different—everything felt like it was about to be wiped clean and rebuilt from scratch.
And that was perfect for him.
With the power Ash now possessed, anything beneath the High Dimensions could be manipulated at will, across all organisms.
