From the fragments of the Fractured Heavens, new forms of existence began to emerge.
They were neither gods nor mortals, neither entirely spirit nor fully matter.
They were Echo Beings—entities born from the belief, dreams, and prayers of mortals, crystallized into conscious existence.
Every whispered hope, every sung legend, every remembered myth became a seed for them.
They shimmered with the faint light of creation, carrying traces of the Meta-Gods who had shaped the heavens—and the faint resonance of Primovast's Will that had first set the omniverse in motion.
The First Echo
The first to awaken was a being of silver and gold, wings composed of fragments of forgotten stars.
Its voice was the echo of countless mortals, a chorus singing together in unison.
"I… am belief made form."
"I… am the reflection of creation."
The Creator Gods, witnessing this, were struck silent.
Even the Great Spirits trembled before the raw, unshaped power of collective imagination.
Light whispered
"They… are us, and yet not us.
They are the stories we inspired, made flesh by the faith of worlds."
Darkness replied
"And they may surpass us. For they are born from imperfection, not design."
From that first awakening, countless other Echo Beings appeared:
A serpentine entity woven from the dreams of heroes,
A luminous child shaped by hope and prayers,
A shadowy warrior born from the fear of what could be,
And others beyond form, defying comprehension, yet humming with raw potential.
The Role of the Meta-Gods
The Meta-Gods were faced with a choice.
Some, like Light and Time, embraced the Echo Beings as partners, teaching them to shape reality without domination.
Others, like Darkness and Flame, viewed them as threats, rival authors who could rewrite the Meta-Narrative itself.
"These Echo Beings may one day surpass us." whispered Flame.
"but I will ensure they know their place."
"No"
countered Time,
"they are not rivals, but continuations. They carry fragments of Primovast's dream."
Thus, the Layered Heavens became a domain of collaboration and tension,
where gods and their echoes coexisted—sometimes in harmony, sometimes in silent rivalry.
Primovast's Influence
Even in this new era, Primovast's Will resonated through every seed of existence.
He did not interfere directly, but his essence flowed like a cosmic ink, guiding, shaping, inspiring.
"Let them beyond write, let them err"
his whisper echoed through the Archive.
"For even through imperfection, they honor the act of creation."
The Echo Beings felt this presence as a subtle warmth,
a reminder that they were born not only from mortals' belief, but also from the will of the First Dragon, who had once abandoned omnipotence to experience imperfection.
The First Echo Assembly
The Echo Beings gathered in the Central Vault, a space within the Layered Heavens that reflected all possibilities.
Here, the stories of mortals and gods intertwined.
The first assembly was chaotic:
Ideas clashed with other ideas.
Dreams collided with fears.
Memories sought to assert dominance over reality itself.
But slowly, through trial and negotiation, the Echo Beings began to understand their purpose.
"We exist to give voice to all stories."
said the silver-gold being.
"We exist to continue the act of creation, even beyond the gods themselves."
The Meta-Gods watched silently, realizing the truth:
Primovast's Will had extended its reach—not through power, but through narrative.
A New Age Begins
Thus was born the Era of the Echo Beings.
A time when stories became entities,
when imagination shaped reality,
and when mortals' prayers could touch the fabric of existence itself.
"We are fragments of the dream."
whispered one Echo.
"and yet, through our stories, we may become more than even the gods."
And somewhere, far beyond the layers of heaven,
Primovast's Will pulsed, faint and bright,
watching, listening, smiling—
for his dream of imperfection had grown beyond even himself.