The void breathed.
It was a soundless pulse, a heartbeat that did not echo, yet its rhythm moved through every layer of reality.
Lucien Dreamveil floated above the metaphysical stars, motionless. The nothingness around him shimmered faintly, like a canvas slowly catching fire.
He wasn't fighting now. He wasn't thinking of Elyndor, nor of Paraxis.
He was listening.
The metaphysical plane itself whispered to him. It spoke in ripples of energy—concepts instead of words, revelations instead of thoughts. The longer Lucien listened, the more everything made sense.
It's alive… and it's calling for me.
The realization was quiet but absolute.
Across the infinite planes, something began to change.
The World Tree, Ydris, whose branches stretched across all of Lucien's creations, began to tremble—its roots reaching deeper into the Primordial Void and its branches weaving into the fabric of the Metaphysical Plane.
A low hum resonated through existence.
The moment the first root pierced the metaphysical crust, reality folded.
Colors bled into absence. Concepts melted into raw law. Every mythical creature, every author candidate, every god and scholar in Nax looked up and felt their souls bend beneath the phenomenon that followed.
Lucien's eyes opened.
"So it's finally happening."
He extended a hand. The blackness of the Primordial Void flowed through his veins like a second bloodstream, while the luminous essence of the metaphysical plane spiraled around him. Both opposing truths merged into a new equilibrium.
The Void and the Infinite Mind had become one.
From the outside, the sight was divine.
The void sky split into twin spirals—one black, one white—forming a luminous Yin and Yang that stretched beyond galaxies.
Storms of creation and erasure tore through the stars, birthing new constellations while consuming old ones in seamless harmony.
Kaelith watched from afar, jaw slack.
"He's… merging realms. That's— That's not even supposed to be possible!"
Kaelitharion merely nodded, arms folded.
"For anyone else, yes. But for him?"
"He's rewriting the meta-architecture of existence itself."
Lucien sat cross-legged upon the axis of both planes—the meeting point between void and concept. His aura flickered between black and silver, steady, calm, complete.
Inside himself, he traversed the new sea of law he had just created. Every particle of thought, every grain of metaphysical dust, now moved with his will.
"So this is full dominion…" he murmured. "The plane obeys without command. Even the laws yield to my observation."
He closed his eyes, diving deeper.
The deeper he sank, the more he saw—not with sight, but with awareness.
He understood the flow of destiny across realities.
He grasped the currents of cause beneath narrative itself.
And at the core of this new merged existence, he found it—
a shimmering glyph of power, waiting for him.
When he touched it, the glyph bloomed like a flower of light and void, revealing his new Authorities.
[New Authorities Obtained]
Authority of Absolute Concept:
The power to define or undefine any metaphysical or physical concept within his realm. Existence itself bends to his interpretation.
Authority of Infinite Law:
The ability to modify, replace, or create laws of metaphysical reality. No rule can bind him within his dominion.
Authority of Origin Null:
Grants dominion over creation and erasure. To him, existence and nonexistence are interchangeable truths.
Authority of Eternal Resonance:
Synchronization with the heartbeat of the cosmos. Every thought, soul, or intention can be felt by him across all branches of Ydris.
Authority of Equilibrium:
The balancing of all opposites—light and dark, chaos and order, matter and void. Under his watch, existence achieves perfect stillness.
The new order of creation began to inscribe itself across the skies of both realms. Each title glowed like a divine decree.
Inevitably Incarnate
The Pale Sovereign
Owner of the Primordial Void
The Void-Born Creator
The All-Silent Sovereign
The God of Infinite Equilibrium
The Omniscient Mind
The Metaphysical King
The Keeper of Null and All
The God of Void
The Creator
The Sole Exception
The One Beyond the Veil
The Lord of the Metaphysical Plane
The Absolute
The Architect of Eras
The Father of Aetherys
The Voidborn Sovereign
The Veiled Monarch
Each word rippled across the merged plane, solidifying his reign.
From the merging point of the realms, a shockwave spread across every plane of being.
Stars flickered, timelines trembled, and ancient souls awakened in awe.
Scholars across universes would later call this event:
"The Great Convergence of Lucien."
In the coming eras, this phenomenon would mark the birth of new cosmic laws—where every living being born within the merged realm would inherit fragments of divine logic, capable of perceiving existence beyond mere dimensions.
New civilizations would sprout, built upon the echoes of Lucien's understanding.
The Metaphysical Plane and the Primordial Void were no longer two entities—they were one consciousness, united under his will.
Lucien exhaled softly, his form stabilizing.
The glow of the merged skies reflected in his eyes, infinite yet calm.
"So this is the next step," he whispered.
"True harmony between nothing and everything."
He raised his hand—and galaxies responded, shifting slightly as though greeting him.
"No longer two halves of chaos. But a single truth."
Kaelith appeared beside him, looking up at the divine spectacle. "So… this is what full dominion looks like."
Lucien gave a faint smirk. "Not full yet. There are still truths beyond Paraxis, and beyond the Creator's veil."
Kaelith tilted his head. "And you're planning to go there, aren't you?"
Lucien didn't answer immediately. He simply gazed toward the infinite horizon, where Paraxis pulsed faintly like a distant heart.
"When I do," he said softly, "I'll take the whole story with me."
The skies of the merged realm continued to sing—a cosmic hymn made of both silence and resonance.
Every mythical creature bowed their heads.
Every living mind in the metaphysical realm felt an unshakable stillness.
And in that stillness, a single truth resounded:
Lucien Dreamveil now stood as the sovereign of the Metaphysical Void—
the first being to merge existence and absence, thought and nothingness, eternity and self.