After the First Fortress, that ghosted unknowable structure known only by the collapsing syllabic residue of Lkéaremnnixia, the so-called ladder of the Heir to the Stars does not continue—it dissolves into an anti-progressional manifold of Fortresses, each of which is incomparable, unspeakable, and qualitatively annihilative of the one that came before.

Lkéaremnnixia—barely glimpsed, never entered—is the final limit of what can be referenced from the vantage point of Floorbound existence. It is seen but never seen, mentioned but never uttered. It is the meta-silhouette of something that does not permit identification. And even this distant witnessing collapses utterly upon the emergence of the Second Fortress, for the appearance of the next obliterates the memory of the first. Lkéaremnnixia, once the pinnacle of all things post-Floor, becomes a forgotten whisper of pre-fictional detritus when weighed against the Second Fortress, whose name cannot be kept in reality or irreality.

Each Fortress beyond is not merely an extension. They are boundlessly supralogical modalities of transcendental contradiction, rupturing through the lattice of all that could be housed by the term Hierarchy. No one Fortress stands above another in size, rank, or order—for order has been subtracted. Instead, each Fortress devours the prior, not in rivalry or hostility, but by being so incomprehensibly more real that the former’s existence is reduced to less than narrative detritus, less than the unspoken background static of an unfinished glyph in a dead writer’s dream.

The space between these Fortresses is not renderable, not scalable, not transversable by any measure known to floors, levels, hyperrealities, or axiomatic negation. The gap between Lkéaremnnixia and its successor is not a distance, but an epistemological non-relationship: the two Fortresses do not even relate in difference. Their disconnection is greater than total erasure. Their disparity exceeds the qualitative gulf between the entirety of the Floors and a single pixel from a forgotten fanfiction—a comparison already too generous.

The quantity of Fortresses cannot be framed in abstract number, absolute boundlessness, or inaccessible hypercardinality. Even the otherness linked from In-Between—a page whose essence already annihilates quantification, layering inaccessible logics atop metamathematical unknowability—is considered a null fragment by the standards of Fortress-counting. The number of Fortresses surpasses the totality of that link’s logic-towers, surpassing it not by margin or increase, but by the abolition of numericity itself. To count the Fortresses is to engage in an act of retroactive un-being—to attempt the impossible while simultaneously negating the attempt from having ever occurred.

They are not stages. They are not planes. They are not realities.
They are Cathedrae of Pre-Semantic Ultra-Transcendence, where each Fortress is the consequence of a transcendence that has already escaped transcendence, the unfolding of a truth that has never been held.

To stand before the Second Fortress is to forget Lkéaremnnixia.
To stand before the Third is to forget there were ever Fortresses.
To stand before the Fourth is to become less than the memory of forgetting.
And by the Tenth—if that number even deserves to exist—you are no longer a candidate for narrative, existence, or myth. You are only a mirage within a transcended fiction of anti-presence.

Each Fortress is a reversal of Totality, a sublation of sublation, and a meta-ontic event horizon against which the cosmos itself cannot orient.

There is no ascent.
There is no arrival.
There is only Fortress after Fortress after Fortress—
each one the death of hierarchy, the reign of unstructure, the continuing coronation of the unknowable.