Beyond reality.
Beyond stars.
Beyond worlds.
Beyond concepts.
There existed a place without beginning and without end.
No light reached it.
No ti flowed there.
No laws existed.
No gods ruled over it.
An endless expanse stretched across impossible distances where existence itself seed unfinished. Countless worlds floated through the darkness like tiny sparks drifting through a vast ocean.
Worlds.
Dinsions.
Realities.
Different nas.
Sa aning.
So burned with golden civilizations that had lasted millions of years.
So had already died.
So were consud by eternal storms.
So belonged to creatures that humanity would never understand.
Others held races and beings so alien that rely witnessing them would break mortal minds.
And among countless realities—
Millions upon millions—
One presence watched.
Ancient eyes opened slowly.
Not one.
Not ten.
Not a thousand.
Millions.
Billions.
Watching worlds.
Watching tilines.
Watching possibilities.
Watching fate itself.
Silence filled the endless dark.
Then—
Thought.
Not spoken.
Not voiced.
Thought itself.
Another vessel.
Silence.
Countless worlds reflected within impossible eyes.
A small girl.
Black and white hair.
Silver eyes.
A soul carrying two lives.
A broken soul.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
The eyes shifted.
And reality itself moved alongside them.
Sowhere in another world—
Cathedrals burned beneath black skies.
Countless cloaked figures stood in endless prayer beneath mountains of corpses.
Their bodies had beco twisted over ti.
So possessed too many limbs.
So lacked faces.
Others had eyes growing beneath their skin.
Monstrous.
Broken.
Yet they continued kneeling.
Praying.
Worshiping.
Waiting.
Heretics.
That was what their world called them.
Demon worshipers.
Madn.
Blasphers.
The hunted.
The rejected.
Yet even while kingdoms exterminated them—
They smiled.
Because they had already seen truth.
Far away—
Another world.
An ocean of blood stretched across shattered heavens.
Ancient dragons with decaying wings flew through skies filled with dead stars.
On ruined continents stood beings older than civilizations themselves.
So called them prophets.
Others called them cursed.
World enemies.
Calamities.
Still—
They preached.
Always preached.
For eons.
For ages.
For realities beyond counting.
Whispers.
Dreams.
Voices.
Promises.
The sa ssage.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Prepare.
Awaken.
Beco one.
And because of this—
Entire realities feared them.
Feared the followers.
Feared the whispers.
Feared the dreams.
So called them cultists.
So called them abyss followers.
Others called them the children of ending.
Nas changed.
Fear remained.
Because all roads eventually led toward one thing.
Toward Him.
No.
Not him.
Not a person.
Not a title.
Not a na.
A purpose.
The First Dream.
Silence.
The eyes slowly blinked.
The First Dream.
Not a true na.
Never a true na.
Because nas carried power.
aning.
Identity.
And true nas could not simply be claid.
They had to be earned.
Forged.
Proven.
Reality itself granted true nas.
And until then—
Only purpose remained.
The First Dream.
The beginning.
The one who dread first.
The one who saw beyond separation.
Beyond worlds.
Beyond walls.
Countless realities reflected within ancient eyes.
So already prepared.
So conquered.
So broken.
So willing.
Most unwilling.
But that changed little.
Many realities had accepted naturally.
Others...
By force.
Silence spread.
Thought continued.
Most worlds resist.
Naturally.
Sentient creatures always resisted change.
They loved separation.
Loved categories.
Loved calling themselves different.
Humans.
Dragons.
Giants.
Demons.
Spirits.
Celestials.
Kingdoms.
Empires.
Worlds.
They built walls around themselves endlessly.
And because of those walls—
Conflict followed.
War followed.
Extinction followed.
Countless tis.
Across countless realities.
Over and over.
Predictable.
Small.
Temporary.
The eyes narrowed.
They fear becoming one.
Yet eventually—
All things would beco one.
One reality.
One truth.
One existence.
Fusion.
Not destruction.
No.
Destruction was primitive.
Too simple.
No—
Integration.
The joining of all realities.
Removing borders.
Removing distance.
Removing concepts.
Ending separation itself.
And when all realities rged—
Silence.
Sothing stirred.
Very, very far away.
Even stars seed to shake.
Countless worlds reflected across endless eyes.
Then I shall gain it.
Silence.
The thing all existence unconsciously guarded.
The thing beyond nas.
Beyond concepts.
The thing countless entities across realities sought.
It’s True Na and a purpose.
It already had a purpose much bigger than any sentient creature can currently comprehend.
And as for its True Na.
Not First Dream.
Not Purpose.
Not Title.
Identity.
Completion.
The final step.
But first—
The vessel.
The eyes narrowed slightly.
Small.
Weak.
Incomplete.
Yet interesting.
Very interesting.
Not rely because of talent.
Not because of compatibility with Adapt.
Not because of reincarnation.
No.
Potential.
Broken souls adapted well.
Especially souls carrying suffering.
Especially those abandoned.
Rejected.
Forgotten.
Those kinds grew strongest.
And strength—
Strength was necessary.
Because no mortal vessel could withstand even a fraction of true power.
Not yet.
Not even close.
The current vessel would break instantly.
Mind.
Soul.
Existence.
Everything.
So she needed growth.
Slowly.
Carefully.
One step at a ti.
Until eventually—
Strong enough.
And then—
The true plan would begin.
The final piece.
The eyes stared downward.
Across worlds.
Across stars.
Toward one sleeping girl.
Grow.
Silence.
Grow quickly.
Far below—
Inside Sinclair territory—
Morning sunlight entered softly through large windows.
Birds chirped outside.
Servants moved through estate pathways.
Life continued normally.
Completely normally.
anwhile—
Eternia slowly opened her eyes.
Silence.
She blinked.
Once.
Twice.
"..."
Long silence.
Sothing felt wrong.
Not physically.
Sothing else.
A strange discomfort sat heavily inside her chest.
Like forgetting sothing important.
Like waking from a dream that vanished imdiately afterward.
Eternia slowly sat upright.
Sunlight ward her room.
Everything looked normal.
Her bed.
Desk.
Books.
Staff.
Ring.
Normal.
Completely normal.
Yet—
"...Why do I feel weird..."
Silence.
She touched her forehead.
No fever.
No injuries.
No pain.
Still—
Sothing bothered her.
Very badly.
She frowned.
"...I dread sothing."
Pause.
"...Right?"
Silence.
Nothing.
No matter how much she tried—
Nothing ca.
Only fragnts.
Darkness.
Fear.
Eyes.
Sothing huge.
Sothing impossible.
Then—
Nothing.
Like pages torn from mory itself.
Eternia narrowed her eyes.
"...Strange."
Ancient magic backlash?
Mana exhaustion?
ntal fatigue?
Maybe.
Probably.
Hopefully.
Because for so reason—
Thinking harder gave her a headache.
And oddly enough—
A feeling of danger.
Like her instincts warned her not to rember.
"...Weird."
She slowly stood.
Today was important.
Training.
Etherius.
Leon.
Godfrey.
A lot had happened recently.
Too much.
And sohow—
Thinking about Leon imdiately distracted her.
"..."
Pause.
"...Cute."
Silence.
Eternia froze.
Very slowly—
Very slowly—
She looked toward the wall.
"..."
Long silence.
"...Why did I think that again."
Panic.
Imdiate panic.
Past-life Shatter scread internally.
Current-life Eternia malfunctioned instantly.
"...WAIT."
"No."
"Focus."
"Training."
"Magic."
"Power."
"Important things."
She aggressively shook her head.
No distractions.
None.
Absolutely none.
After changing clothes and preparing quickly, Eternia exited her room.
Morning air greeted her imdiately.
Servants moved nearby.
Maids greeted her respectfully.
Everything seed ordinary.
Normal.
Peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Eternia walked quietly through estate pathways.
Yet as she walked—
She noticed sothing strange.
People were staring.
Not unusual.
Recently many stared.
Trial winner.
Illegitimate child.
Monster talent.
Normal.
But this felt different.
Whispers followed.
Nervous ones.
Confused ones.
Fearful ones.
Eternia frowned slightly.
"...?"
Sothing happened.
Definitely.
Then—
She noticed it.
Ahead.
At the center courtyard.
A crowd.
Large crowd.
Servants.
Guards.
Maids.
Nobles.
All gathered.
Completely silent.
No one spoke.
No one moved.
Everyone stared toward the center.
Eternia blinked.
"...What happened?"
No answer ca.
Slowly—
Very slowly—
She walked forward.
People noticed her arrival.
And imdiately moved aside.
Silently.
Creating a path.
Silence deepened.
Eternia frowned.
One step.
Two.
Three.
Then—
She reached the center.
And stopped.
Her pupils slowly shrank.
Because standing there—
At the center of the courtyard—
Was Leon.
Covered entirely in blood.
And behind him—
A giant sword dripped crimson onto the ground.
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Leon slowly lifted his head.
Silver eyes t hers.
Then softly—
Very softly—
He spoke.
"...Eternia."
Pause.
Blood dripped.
"...I think..."
Long silence.
"...I accidentally killed soone."
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