"Well, no I won’t write their deaths," Ash said truthfully, his voice calm and sincere.
He explained further, with his reddish-purple eyes thoughtful as he looked at the silhouettes.
"By the ti they truly appear within Nullen, by then he would have accepted his Destiny — becoming the Canvas of Gods... or in other words, the Canvas of the Damned."
He the continued explaining that by then the decision-making will be solely up to Nullen and whether he’s gone down the path of being truly evil, righteous, or even a bit like Ash himself.
Which would be soone who did quite literally whatever he wanted.
Elysia nodded, understanding imdiately as she leaned against his shoulder.
They then focused on the third and final reader.
As they looked through the Discord, they saw he didn’t ntion a na or anything they could use to describe him.
While EclipseTeller gave a form and Malik gave a race, for this one... he only gave an idea of what his power should consist of.
Seeing this, Ash smiled, a spark of creativity igniting in his eyes.
Scrolling through the Discord again, he noticed that Err0rx’s decision had shifted multiple tis—Chaos, Limitless, even the Origin.
Amused by the indecisiveness, Ash chose the Limitless aspect, thinking it offered the most room for his creativity.
*Make this scene more imrsive.*
The first thing he did was create a race — The Liminals.
He shaped the concept with deliberate care, his reddish-purple eyes focused as the third silhouette began to shift and morph in the white void.
The form didn’t settle into a single body.
Instead, it beca fluid — constantly transitioning between states.
One mont it was a tall, imposing humanoid figure cloaked in shifting shadows.
The next, it dissolved into a swarm of dark motes that reford into a sleek, predatory beast.
Then it beca a swirling vortex of abstract symbols, before condensing back into sothing almost human, but never quite fixed.
There was no default version.
No "true" appearance. It was whatever it chose to be in any given mont.
Ash’s voice resonated with quiet authority as he defined its nature.
"The Liminals won’t be race where one can be born; they’re made. You have to et certain conditions to enter this state. It’s not just a race, but a way of being — completely free in every sense."
As he explained, the Liminals would be a race much like the Primavus in that they couldn’t be confined. But it went further— their bodies have no set shape, size, or biology.
They can take on any appearance they choose, shifting freely between physical, conceptual, or even abstract forms at will.
Elysia watched with quiet fascination, her golden eyes reflecting the ever-changing silhouette.
Ash then bestowed the Star Na, speaking in the Language of Gods, his voice carrying the weight of divine decree.
"Error."
The na settled into the being’s core, a faint, golden glow flashing around the shifting form before fading.
He continued, layering the powers with careful precision.
"You are limitless in every sense and beyond. Any limit placed on you is instantly erased — whether it’s speed, strength, the power system, or any other form of restriction."
He went on, weaving in the intricacies just as he had with the other two, ensuring that all future readers who would be immortalized in the tale would witness sothing truly above and beyond.
For Error, any attempt to restrict, seal, weaken, or limit him is imdiately reflected back onto the caster or the source of that restriction.
He can adapt to anything without bounds, and he possesses the ultimate freedom — able to defy cause and effect, logic, common sense, story rules, and even higher authorities should they attempt to bind him.
Any higher authority aside from the Ineffable of course.
The being — Error — continued to shift and flow in the air before them, its presence both there and not there, a living embodint of limitlessness.
Ash and Elysia floated in the void, the iPhone still glowing softly in his hands as they processed everything they had just done.
Elysia observed quietly, her golden eyes reflecting the ever-changing form of Error as it shifted between states — a tall, imposing figure one mont, a swirling vortex of darkness the next, then a faint silhouette that blended into the white void.
They both wondered for a mont — was Error the strongest of the three, or were they even?
But in the end, they just shrugged, deciding it didn’t matter right now.
As maybe they could watch them fight one day to solve the answer themselves.
Ash then sent the three silhouettes away into the Sacred Dinsion with a casual wave of his hand. For now, he couldn’t do much more than what he had already done.
Until he truly broke free from the Novel himself and t NovelGeek, they would simply await the day he gave them sentience.
However, now it was ti for him to get back to business.
Even with him being at the Peak of the ta Road, he still couldn’t use his powers the way he imagined.
Sure, he was infinite in every way imaginable now — each action he did created infinite tilines of the sa actions being replayed.
But he needed his Narrative Organs... or in other words, the Nine other Boundless Stars.
"Well, I’m already about 190 trillion years late in sending them into Velora anyway," he said with a wry smile.
He had originally planned for the whole process to take only about ten trillion years, sending a new star in each cycle.
But it was obvious now that such a tiline was no longer possible.
"You already know what to do... so hurry up, I want to see that Pri Expanse already," Elysia chid in, confident that Ash could handle the problem without any trouble.
He chuckled at her words and got to work.
Cultivating each one individually, like he had with Emma, would take more ti than he was willing to spend now.
Instead, he would do what he could have done with Emma from the start.
And that’s simply MAKE them complete.
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