[A/N: FYI, the war between the Arch Eternal Clans is something that is going on constantly behind the scenes. It will soon be reintroduced.
And we are back in current time, from Ash leaving his inner cosmos.]
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With his companions off pursuing their own stories, Ash found himself back in the Venia Galaxyâmore precisely, in Primordia Haven.
Ever since reviving this once-dead world, heâd hardly touched itâthe massive supercontinent sprawled under endless rose-pink skies, the air fresh and buzzing with untamed energy, winds murmuring through rose-colored grass that swayed like silk come to life.
This place was meant to be the Originat Clanâs home within the universe.
As he stood there now, his motives had changed.
His thoughts had moved beyond what the eyes could grasp, and with that, the universe began to lose its meaning.
It wasnât that he no longer cared for the universe itselfârather, it was this reality, this existence, that no longer meant anything to him. The weight of endless cycles pressed on him like far-off thunder, and the vastness around him suddenly felt small, almost suffocating.
With the knowledge he carried, and the memories of his past incarnations, he vaguely knew his path was never meant to be easyânot in the sense of gaining power, but in uncovering what his true purpose really was.
"Honestly, some things never change... not even from the novels Iâve read." He spoke as he strolled across the vast supercontinentâthe ground warm beneath his feet, rose-pink essence threading through the earth like hidden rivers, distant mountains shimmering with starlight caught in their peaks.
This world was tied to his own cosmos, shifting and evolving as he did.
Right now, it was only a thought away from becoming whatever he wished.
"Youâre not wrongâthere will always be someone stronger, ready to pull the weaker into their schemes," Elysia said, perched on his shoulder.
Her tiny form radiated warmth, long white hair brushing his neck like silk, four delicate horns curving elegantly, crimson eyes gleaming with playful mischief as her twelve wings fluttered, scattering motes of rose-pink light.
Ash knew the feeling all too well...
Hell, heâd been the cause of countless tragedies.
Worlds, kingdoms, and countless others had fallen because they were simply too weak.
But that endless cycle of predator and prey was wearing thin, echoing in his mind like a tired refrain.
"Hehe, I like that youâre finally using your mind," Elysia giggled, fully aware of his thoughtsâher voice a warm, knowing chime speaking directly into his ears.
He smiled and said, "Well, from today, reality will be broken in every sense of the word." He meant it in every wayâliterally, metaphorically, and beyond.
He would shatter this place, not just worlds or galaxies, but the very fabric of existence itself, tearing it down until nothing remained.
The resolve was cold and unshakable in his chest, a quiet fire that burned without warmth.
He didnât know what others would see him as, and he didnât care; in the end, he would be closer to what he sought.
Omnipotence, and possess power to never be a victim again.
The Lower Dimension was already under the grasp of somethingâor someoneâtainted possibly beyond saving, and who knew what the other Dimensions might hold?
Ash had no intention of being a hero.
On his path to Omnipotence, he would make this entire existence unrecognizable.
"How hypocritical~" Elysia teased him as he summoned The Codexâthe tome materializing in his hand with a soft hum, pages whispering like wind through infinite voids.
"Yea I am... so what?" He responded with a laugh.
He began writing in The Codex, a book that could only encompass the range of his power.
With just a year remaining before the Grand Cosmic Convergence, he resolved to stop waiting and focus on filling his inner cosmosâespecially now that he had a way to drastically shorten the time needed.
"And so, The Primordia Haven vanished from Venia, finding its place within The Primavus Originâs inner cosmos."
Thatâs all it took before Ash and Elysia found themselves seamlessly inside the Galaxy in Ashâs inner cosmosâthe transition smooth as breath, reality folding around them like silk.
He couldâve easily done it himself, but he was having fun with Authoring Potential.
He filled the blank pages, creating world after world.
Unlike the very first, these werenât as extraordinary, yet each sprang from Authoring Potential.
From countless seeds he already possessed, he simply wrote...
"And so, all the seeds within The Primavus Originâs Cosmos multiplied without end, birthing millions of fully formed worlds."
From those multiplied seeds came silent bursts of light and matterâcontinents flowing from molten essence, oceans of liquid starlight, atmospheres spun from pure potential.
Once the worlds were done, he shaped more galaxies until his inner cosmos overflowed.
The scenes were nothing short of mythicalârose-gold nebulae laced with veins of void, stars burning in unnamed colors, gravity twisting in impossible loops, realms layered like translucent veils, each revealing infinite versions of itself.
At the center drifted Originat Havenâa vast supercontinent bathed in eternal twilight auroras, crystalline spires piercing rose-pink clouds, oceans of liquid essence kissing shores of star-forged marble, the air alive with the quiet pulse of creation, a perfect nexus radiating boundless potential.
Now although he was simply writing his book the process of having so many things actually manifest and form completely it indeed took some time.
However, with his time dilation, he had more than enough time remaining.
"Your MP is now enough for the entire universe," Elysia said proudly, her tiny form glowing brighter on his shoulder, wings fluttering with excitement.
His MP had always been tied to the structures of his Cosmos, which was why before he could only travel to or cover a single galaxy.
But now, his reach extended to the very fabric of the universeâany universe he was in.
He then wrote one final line.
"And so, the Primavus Cosmos became home to both lesser and greater Primavus, born directly from its Origin. It would be alive with endless opportunities, sparking competition, fostering loyalty, and fueling the pursuit of power."
In that moment, Ash stopped everything to watch as Primavus were born from threads of blood flowing from himâcountless multicolored strands stretching out like living veins, linking to worlds and galaxies, weaving new beings into existence across the vast expanse.
They emerged in bursts of starlight, wings unfurling, horns crowning, and eyes opening to the infinite potential of their new home.