With the power of the thrones awokened, Metahedron was now strong enough to access the Divine Dimension. He had already tried, many times, to inhabit it, but his being was too weak for such a feat, and he needed the powers of the thrones to open the way.

After his prophet and allies had claimed the thrones, he was the last to bind himself to the power of the Iron Throne. And by doing this, he quickly felt that the path to the Divine Dimension was now wide open and that he could enter it whenever he wanted.

Without delay, he threw himself, again, across all dimensions and in particular that Divine one that was the only one that had been left unknown to his being. As soon as he entered it, he felt that He was made for it. He Was Born Divine. He had always been. The Shape he had seeking all his life, without even knowing it, was there, the Ultimate Shape, the Universe itself. He Was The Shape. He Was The Universe.

And there he understood. A fate fulfilled. An inevitable destiny. This had Always been and had always been Destined to Happen. His Omniscience now Perfect and Clear, he turned back his eyes on this little world – one of many – where he had fought to find his real purpose.

And as he looked, with the glimpse of a thought, he restored the Dragon’s power all over the world. And with the utterance of One Word, the undeads and their leader were sent back across the Styx, while with a whisper, he made the aliens of Rl’yeh free their ant slaves to become the faithful servants of the One True God. And all the pretenders, dead or alive, found themselves in Tartarus, to meditate on the meaning of Power for the rest of eternity …

In the end, they all worship Him. The Far Traveler has ended his journey to ultimate godhood and will now travel where no one goes – for the sake of his people.