Part 2: Awakening the Core
Anay's Inner Realm – Shrine Beyond Form
Anay stood still, the name echoing through the shrine like a heartbeat in eternity.
"Zettai Anant…"
His voice held both reverence and resolve.
"…it's time to master you."
For a moment, there was silence.
Then, the energy that pulsed in front of him—Zettai Anant—responded not with words, but action.
It surged.
Like a tide pulled by an unseen moon, the energy shot toward Anay and enveloped him, not attacking, but merging—threads of light weaving into his skin, into his soul.
It was warm.
It was heavy.
It was truth.
"To master me," came Zettai Anant's voice from everywhere and nowhere,
"you must first master your own spirit."
Anay's body floated weightlessly as the shrine faded away—replaced by a new space, darker, deeper, without edges or form. Stars blinked in the distance. Nebulas moved like breath. He had entered a cosmic void that wasn't out there, but within him.
He hovered in the center of this vastness, and in the space just before his heart—a new light awakened.
It was his core.
Dark purple, glowing and swirling with hints of silver and gold, it pulsed slowly like a celestial heartbeat. He reached toward it instinctively—and the moment he did, everything changed.
A wave of sensation flooded him.
He saw memories—training with Master Kai, laughter with his friends, the duel with Sato, the promise to become strong. And deeper than that—
The part of him that was always restrained.
Always quiet.
Always… infinite.
Anay's mind sharpened.
"This… is my core."
He closed his eyes.
And breathed.
The entire realm responded.
Energy surged outward from his core in every direction. The stars blinked, the universe rippled, and suddenly—the cosmos bent toward him, like gravity answering its source.
It flowed into him—like rivers returning home.
Planets spun and disappeared.
Comets dissolved into flame.
Galaxies stretched and poured into a single point—his chest.
The weight of it should have crushed him. But it didn't.
Because it was him.
The infinite wasn't something outside to master.
It was within.
"You are the gate," Zettai Anant's voice whispered again.
"The threshold. The spark and the sea."
"If you wish to wield me… then embrace that you are not becoming infinite."
"You were always infinite."
Anay's body was now glowing.
The purple aura turned deeper, more refined—flaring like wings from his back, crackling like stars caught in a storm.
And suddenly—
A pain struck through him.
But it wasn't physical.
It was the pain of expansion.
Of evolution.
Of truth.
He saw visions—not from the world, but from inside him.
Vast fields of light. Shadows that moved like gods. Voices speaking of fate, purpose, and origin.
His heartbeat aligned with something larger than time.
He screamed—not in agony, but release.
And then—
Stillness.
Anay floated once again in darkness.
But this time, the darkness no longer felt empty.
It felt like home.
His aura faded into calm stardust. His body descended softly, his feet touching invisible ground. A soft wind stirred around him, carrying a scent like old parchment and distant lightning.
Zettai Anant appeared again, now formed of shifting light, echoing with the memory of all weapons—but choosing none.
"Now you begin to see," the voice said.
"Now you begin… to become."
Anay opened his eyes slowly.
They gleamed with power, clarity… and infinity.
"Then let's continue," he said, calm and determined.
"Let's finish this."