Volume 3 — Chapter 84: "The Birth of the Infinite Realm"
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Silence.
Then a heartbeat.
Not from within a body, but from existence itself.
That heartbeat belonged to Erevan.
He stood in an endless void of shimmering gold and black
the shattered remains of the multiverse floating like dust around him.
Each fragment was a memory, a world, a character who once existed.
And from those fragments...
he began to rebuild.
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> "Let there be creation," Erevan whispered.
And with those words, reality obeyed.
The air vibrated as if excited to exist again.
Rivers of light carved through the emptiness.
Mountains formed from the remains of forgotten gods.
Stars were born from the ashes of universes that once fell.
It wasn't chaos it was art.
Every motion, every wave of his hand rewrote the concept of creation itself.
He reached into the void and pulled out fragments of souls:
heroes who died unsung, villains forgotten, realms erased by time.
Each one reignited, glowing in his divine presence.
> "You were written once," Erevan said softly.
"But now, you will live."
And with a gesture, they awakened
no longer bound by stories, pages, or limits.
They were living myths, eternal beings shaped by their own will.
But then something stirred.
From the fading edges of the old creation, voices whispered.
> "You shouldn't have done this…"
"The cycle cannot be broken…"
"No one escapes the end, not even you."
Erevan's eyes opened, burning brighter than a billion galaxies.
For a moment, his calm vanished replaced by the weight of infinity itself.
> "Then let the end come," he said.
"I will rewrite it too."
Lightning of pure void energy surged through his veins.
His aura flared so vast it swallowed whole worlds.
Every god, every being, every force that ever claimed supremacy trembled.
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And then… he stopped.
> "Enough destruction," he said, lowering his hand.
"Creation isn't about dominance. It's about freedom."
He looked around at the beings he'd revived heroes, villains, lost souls, even fallen gods.
> "You all have stories," he said.
"Now… write them yourselves."
A surge of divine energy rippled outward the Aura of Boundless Creation.
Every being touched by it gained the power to shape their own world, their own fate.
No more authors.
No more chains.
Erevan had set them free.
In the center of this new cosmos, Erevan stood alone upon a crystalline platform that shimmered with both light and shadow
half day, half night, the perfect balance.
This was his domain
The Infinite Realm,
a place beyond gods, beyond endings, beyond even imagination.
He looked toward the unseen horizon toward realities that hadn't even been conceived yet.
> "Let them write," he said, smiling.
"And I will watch."
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Title Achieved:
Erevan The Infinite Dreamer, Father of Creation
A being who transcended all authorship to birth a cosmos of free stories living universes that write themselves.