In the aftermath of the uprising’s furious crescendo, an eerie hush descended over the shattered remains of the Emotion Traders’ sanctum. Psychic fires still smoldered amidst the rubble, casting flickering shadows across Alia and her battered Freefeeler warriors.

They stood in the epicenter of the empathic detonation, each of them scorched by the cataclysmic release of pure, unbridled emotion. Alia could feel the world itself still trembling, its collective consciousness forever altered.

A low rumble shook the debris field as a lone figure emerged – Alto Sonjü, the eldest and most powerful of the grandmasters. His robes smoldered with ethereal flames as he limped forward, face a rictus mask of profound agony and ecstasy intermingled.

“Foolish child…” he rasped, each word rattling with the weight of cosmic revelation. “Did you think your tantrum could possibly unmake what we have wrought?”

Alia braced herself, drawing what tattered reserves of power she could muster. Her body shifted as she channeled pure emotion into material form – adopting armored platings of crystallized anguish and ephemeral wings of sublime rapture.

“We have transcended such limited thinking,” Alto went on, seemingly unaffected by her metamorphic display. “While you and your emotional anarchists merely battered at the outer gates, we have opened the inner loci…”

With an ominous gesture, the grandmaster waved aside a bank of smoldering debris – revealing an archaic stone dais adorned with eldritch runes pulsing in unsettling synchrony. A disquieting sense of cosmic dissonance emanated from whatever profane working lay interred there.

“This…this was always the greater work,” Alto said, a terrible new resonance underlying his words. “The petty procurement and regulation of human emotion was merely the prologue, the means to an awakening far more profound.”

Alia felt a creeping sense of dread as Alto turned his gaze back towards the eldritch dais. The rest of the Freefeelers instinctively fell back, overwhelmed by the sheer cosmic enormity of whatever profane power was ensconced there.

“For too long, humanity has remained shackled by the limited perception of emotions as something to be pursued or experienced,” the grandmaster intoned. “We have been mere acolytes, groping blindly at the surface of a cosmic truth.”

He slowly ascended the obsidian steps, his movements taking on an unsettling fluidity as points of blinding luminescence began emerging across his form. Alia could sense the air itself distorting around him, bending to unknown geometries.

“Emotion is not the end…it is the key!” Alto’s voice took on a thunderous resonance that reverberated through every fiber of Alia’s being. “The full spectrum of human feeling is in reality a vastly attenuated frequency – our feeble reality vibrating at the absolute threshold of a deeper, infinite consciousness from which all possibility is born!”

As if in response, the rune-etched dais pulsed with blinding epiphanies of light, each one cascading through visible and invisible spectra. Alia cried out, clutching at her mind as it was bombarded by transcendent revelations beyond any perception of feeling or sensory input.

“For decades we have plotted and schemed, using the commodification of emotion itself as a distraction and vector,” Alto’s words echoed from both around and within Alia simultaneously. “All while we extracted the celestial formulae to achieve true apotheosis and re-write the codons of existence itself!”

A high, keening whine saturated the space as reality itself began to splinter and peel away like viscid layers. Alia watched in horror as Alto’s form nuclear at the subatomic level, his matter and energy unbinding in a coruscating implosion that defied physics. And from that nadir, new geometries and hyper-spatial manifolds began unfolding – twisted, alien realms never meant for human perspective.

“Behold, children!” Alto’s voice convulsed through every possible permutation as his psychic resonance achieved escape velocity from their narrow plane. “The threshold has been breached, and our transcendence is at hand! Now let us consummate this apotheosis and become…MORE!”