The night sky of the Ashborn Dimension shimmered unnaturally calm.
Alexander stood at the center of the gathering, arms crossed, his expression relaxed—but his eyes carried weight.
All around him sat his wives, some reclining, some standing, some already sensing that this was not an ordinary conversation.
"I want everyone who's still at Heavenly Father level," Alexander said calmly,
"to break through to Single Universe level within the next five hundred years."
No hesitation.
No room for refusal.
One by one, they nodded.
Morgan le Fay narrowed her eyes slightly.
"…Is something coming?"
Alexander smiled faintly.
"Not something I can clearly describe."
The mood shifted.
"The timeline," he continued, "has changed. Just a little."
That was enough.
Infinity and Death exchanged a glance.
The rest—confused.
Alex noticed and pointed at them.
"See that?" he said. "Those two aren't confused."
Hera frowned.
"You mean… because they're Primordials?"
Alex nodded.
"You all know about the cosmic hierarchy, right?"
At once, names came out.
"Galactus," Galacta added.
"Eternity," Jeanne said.
"Infinity," Sif followed.
"Death," Amora added.
"Celestials," Aisha said.
"And the Living Tribunal," Hera finished.
Alexander nodded approvingly.
"Do you think they're the strongest?"
Silence.
Most of them nodded instinctively.
Alex shook his head.
"You're wrong."
That single sentence sent a ripple through the space.
Morgan straightened.
"…Then what comes after the Multiverse?"
"Nothing," Scáthach said instinctively.
Alex smiled.
"That's what most people think."
He raised two fingers.
"There are two more levels."
Every breath stilled.
"One is OBA—One Below All."
"The other is OAA—One Above All."
Several of them visibly froze.
"…Those are real?" Grayfia asked quietly.
"There is only one OBA," Alex said.
"And only one OAA in the entire multiverse."
The weight of that truth settled heavily.
"And what comes after that?" Aphrodite asked, half-joking, half-afraid.
Alex met her eyes.
"…Nothing that can be measured."
Silence fell again—this time deeper.
Then Alex added casually, as if discussing the weather:
"I'm friends with the OAA."
The reaction was immediate.
"What."
"Excuse me?"
"Husband??"
Amora nearly fell off her seat.
Hera stared at him, eyes wide.
"…You mean—him?"
Alex nodded.
"He's the one in charge of the multiverse. He told me the timeline shifted."
That was when realization struck.
Hera's eyes sharpened.
"…The person you leave to meet every decade."
Alex looked at her.
"…You figured it out?"
Her voice was quiet.
"That's TOAA, isn't it?"
Alex nodded again, utterly unfazed.
"Yeah. We usually just drink, eat, and laugh."
The room exploded.
"You drink with the One Above All?!" Galacta shouted.
Jeanne covered her mouth.
"Heavens…"
Morgan rubbed her temples.
"…I married a walking anomaly."
Infinity sighed, amused.
"Told you he was dangerous."
Death smirked.
"He still owes me a bottle."
Alex shrugged.
"He's a good guy. Likes spicy food."
They stared at him.
Then Hera laughed—soft, incredulous.
"…Of course you'd be friends with him."
Alexander's expression softened.
"That's why I want you all stronger," he said quietly.
"Not because disaster is guaranteed."
"But because the future is no longer fixed."
He looked at each of them—his family.
"And whatever comes… I don't intend to face it alone."
One by one, resolve replaced shock.
Scáthach smiled fiercely.
"Then we'll break through."
Morgan nodded.
"Single Universe is only the beginning."
Sif clenched her fist.
"I won't fall behind."
Aphrodite smiled softly.
"Then we'll stand beside you—not behind."
Hera stepped forward, placing her hand over his heart.
"We're with you," she said firmly.
"Whatever the future brings."
Alexander smiled—genuine, warm.
"Good," he said.
"Training starts tomorrow."
Groans filled the air.
Infinity laughed.
Death shook her head fondly.
And somewhere beyond everything—
The multiverse quietly acknowledged that the Phoenix Monarch was no longer walking alone.