Neo-Tokyo-3 quivered as dimensional rifts convulsed, reality folding upon itself in chaotic spirals. The Fractured Triad, once confident in their outerversal power, were now ensnared in a perfect web of Kyuroto Mitsuyo's orchestration.
From his apex citadel, Kyuroto extended every shadow, every fragment of his consciousness, across infinite timelines. Even at 1% of his 1,000,000% true power, his control over probability, causality, and dimensional threads was absolute.
"Alert: Triad structural integrity collapsing across all timelines," his drone reported.
The illusions and subtle divergences he had planted matured into final traps. The Triad's coordinated outerversal attacks now collided with each other, creating paradoxical implosions that disoriented their forces. Every attempt to adapt only tightened the strands of Kyuroto's design.
Shadows of himself moved independently, redirecting residual attacks, and reinforcing threads that had begun to fracture the Triad's cohesion. Every heartbeat, every misstep of the Triad accelerated their inevitable defeat.
"Observation: complete entanglement achieved. Outcome certainty: 99.9999999999%," the drone intoned.
Beneath the floating towers, Neo-Tokyo-3 continued its oblivious rhythm. Citizens walked, vehicles glided, and the city remained unaware of the outerversal climax unfolding above. Every step, every movement, every flicker of light had been subtly aligned with Kyuroto's infinite plan.
The Triad, caught in their own overconfidence, struggled against threads they could neither see nor comprehend. Their power, unmatched in previous encounters, was now turned against them. Each member was ensnared in a unique probability loop, unable to escape, unable to recover.
Kyuroto allowed a small, controlled smile. The ultimate entanglement had been achieved. The Triad's ambition and desperation had become instruments of their own undoing.
As the fractured dawn illuminated Neo-Tokyo-3, one immutable truth resonated across all layers of existence: Kyuroto Mitsuyo, the Whisper of Infinity, remained untouchable, incomprehensible, and the supreme architect of destinies.
The outerversal battle was nearly complete. The final threads were being woven.
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