In the architecture of existence, beings such as Magnus, known also as Omega, the End of All Things, and Perpetua, who is Time and Creation, now living as Priscilla, do not exist as singular, localized entities. They are not confined to one body, one place, or one moment. Instead, they exist as continuums, layered across realities.
What walks upon Earth is not their entirety.
When Magnus binds himself to the Earth-realm, he does not imprison his true self. He projects a fragment of his essence into a mortal vessel, a body that can feel pain, fatigue, and fear. This fragment is genuine, it thinks, chooses, and suffers, but it is only a shadow of the infinite. His true existence continues elsewhere, in a higher stratum of reality where time does not move forward but exists all at once. There, his greater self still observes, still lives according to the path he has chosen, untouched by the limits of flesh.
The same is true for Perpetua.
Priscilla is not Time reduced to weakness; she is Time voluntarily narrowed. Her chains are not forged of iron alone, but of law and choice. By stepping into mortality, she allows the universe to treat her as small, because she has agreed to be small. Yet beyond this planet, beyond this era, her other self remains unbroken, Time flowing as it always has, Creation still turning its vast gears.
This is why they can be bound and unbound at once.
To bind their Earth-forms is to bind only the interface, not the source.
Their mortal selves obey gravity, hunger, and injury. Their true selves remain beyond universal law, watching through the eyes of their incarnations as one might watch through a window. What happens to the window does not destroy the sky.
Thus, Magnus can be chained while Omega still walks another reality.
Thus, Priscilla can be enslaved while Time itself still moves.
This duality is not a paradox, it is a necessity.
If their full existence were to enter the Earth-realm, reality would collapse under their weight. So the universe allows them to arrive only as echoes of gods, fragments shaped into lives that can be touched, wounded, and changed.
And in that limitation, something dangerous is born:
Choice.
For the first time, the End of All Things can hesitate.
For the first time, Time can feel pain.
And what they choose to become in these fragile forms may one day matter more than what they were as infinities.