"You finally decided, huh?" the young man said as he eyed the Ancestor.
By his words, and the formation the Ancestors activated, it was obvious this man’s appearance was not random by any ans.
In fact, he himself was one of the very reasons why Aurelia and the others knew nothing about this plan.
And it was because he stood in the sa dinsional existence as them and was also at the fourth stage of omnipotence.
The lone surviving Ancestor drifted forward, his ancient form trembling with exhaustion. He bowed deeply; head lowered in reverence.
"Everything is as we told you," The Ancestor said, for 60 trillion years they had been planning and waiting for the day the threshold broke.
eting the man before them had been nothing more than a whim.
It was the sa when he was trapped in his perpetual nightmare. Steadying himself, he spoke again.
"Will you... uphold your end of the deal?"
The young man tilted his head back and let out a carefree laugh that rang across the fractured sky.
"Of course."
’This much... to strengthen my existence?’ he mused. ’I don’t mind one bit.’
For the longest ti, he’d never truly put stock in their ancient prophecy. As a Warden, existing beyond these so-called True Realities, he had always known the real truth about the threshold.
But when his eyes fell on the swarming abominations—grotesque dragons with human faces, writhing, many-limbed horrors, and twisted races—a faint frown crept over him.
’Hmm... but how could these creatures truly be born of Nonexistence?’
The sight unsettled him more than he cared to admit, for he knew all too well the dangers that ca from Nonexistence.
He was a Guardian of All existence, after all.
Around 55 cycles ago, he encountered the Ancestor through sothing known as Infinite Projections.
As ntioned before, reaching the end of the road to Influence would elevate one into becoming an idea.
This was also why the soon-to-be 36 Warriors took the form of abstract symbols.
Yet, there were three stages beyond simply becoming an Idea, and every being in the Pri Expanse existed at one of those levels.
And this man, Netik, like all wardens, was known as a Primordial Pri Truth—an embodint of Infinite Projections.
This power allowed him to project himself across every form of existence simultaneously, reaching back to the very beginning of ti.
It was this ability that explained his presence here now, for he was rely a projection of the true being stationed at the threshold boundary.
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High above the chaos, Aurelia stood with the other wives, her golden-red eyes shimring with curiosity.
"Hmmm, looks like his very presence is making everything fall apart," she remarked, noticing how Reality Two abruptly stopped unraveling the instant he appeared.
Yet his arrival brought a fresh perspective. With a casual flick of her wrist, she funneled another hundred million Divinity into the invasion.
HUMMMMMM!!!!!!
Feeling the invasion suddenly surged with far greater force.
CRACKLEEEE!!!!!!
BOOOOOM!!!!!!!
With the black lightning crackling violently across the sky — even with his powerful presence anchoring this lower realm.
’Is soone from Nonexistence here?’ Netik thought as his eyes widened with genuine shock.
However, before he upheld his part of the bargain.... he turned to the lone Ancestor, his voice calm yet commanding.
"So, are you going to make the final paynt... or wait till this Reality can’t be saved anymore?"
Hearing this, the Ancestor didn’t speak.
Instead, he smiled and bowed one last ti, then drove a blade of pure concept straight through his own heart without the slightest hesitation.
SHK!!!!!!
His body dissolved instantly as his soul and very existence flowed upward in a brilliant, glowing stream, pouring directly into Netik and rging with him.
Seeing this Netik he didn’t smile.
He stood tall atop his Kirin-like mount, staring down at the grotesque horde of creatures from Nonexistence.
In that instant, all traces of casualness disappeared, and fierce determination mixed with burning hatred blazed in his eyes like twin infernos.
"Tsk, if I’d known true Nonexistence beings were here... I would’ve co myself," Netik muttered, his voice thick with frustration.
He knew full well that his true self descending here was nearly impossible.
Yet his loathing for Nonexistence ran that deep — a burning hatred forged over countless eons. The sight of those grotesque, reality-defiling creatures made his blood boil with visceral disgust.
He drew in a deep breath, chest expanding powerfully, and roared into battle with primal fury.
"YOU BASTARDS WILL DIE!!!"
"PROJECT!"
CLAP!
In that mont as he spoke, his voice changed as he used a Script of Existence.
With the thunderous clap of his hands slamd together like a world-shattering explosion, the sound reverberating through every inch of the fracturing Reality.
The air rippled violently like a stone thrown into still water; waves of pure existence essence began spreading outward in visible pulses.
HUMMMMM!!!!!
And existence itself.... answered his call.
The very fabric of ti tore open in countless shimring fractures across the battlefield.
From those glowing rips, millions upon millions of Netik’s projections burst forth — each one a fully realized duplicate pulled from different monts in ti.
So appeared as younger, fiercer versions with wilder hair and fresh battle scars.
Others manifested as older, more battle-hardened forms radiating overwhelming authority. Their eyes all burned with the exact sa unyielding hatred as the original.
Netik charged forward atop his Kirin-like mount, the colossal beast roaring beneath him as void scales shimred with destructive power.
He led the charge straight into the heart of the nightmare horde, his projections surging alongside him like a tidal wave of vengeance.
BOOM!
CRASH!
WHOOSH!
In that mont, explosions of pure existence and mana erupted everywhere as they slamd into the abominations.
"DIE, YOU FILTH!!"
Netik bellowed, his voice raw with cycles of loathing, while his copies echoed the cry in perfect, deafening unison.
Their combined assault tore through the twisted dragons with human faces and writhing multi-limbed horrors, every strike fueled by pure, seething hatred for everything Nonexistence represented.
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High above the battlefield, Aurelia, Sonna, Khaos, Fay, and Sia hovered together, their hair and garnts whipping in the violent winds.
They watched the carnage with bright, intrigued eyes, clearly entertained.
Aurelia tilted her head, golden-red flas flickering playfully along her wings.
"So, I’m assuming this guy actually from the Pri Expanse? That script he’s using... it’s clearly way above anything from the True Realities."
Sonna leaned forward slightly, blue eyes sparkling with fascination.
"Hmm, and it seems as if he’s Stage Four Omnipotent as well."
Khaos smiled widely, grey eyes gleaming with chaotic excitent.
"Well, since he’s so strong.... Should we up the ante even more?"
Fay and Sia both chid in as well, their expressions lit with curiosity as they continued chatting, already imagining how to escalate the chaos unfolding below.
Suddenly, a shimring projection materialized directly in front of the group of wives.
It was a middle-aged version of Netik — stern features lined with experience, eyes blazing with barely contained anger.
The projection frowned deeply the mont he saw them. "So, it’s you behind this nonsense."
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