Volume 5 — Chapter 4: "The Birth of the Beyond Realm"
Silence.
The multiverse lay in ruins timelines shredded, gods erased, destinies rewritten into ash.
And at the center of the void stood Erevan, surrounded by nothing but endless echoes of himself.
His aura pulsed golden flames mixing with black lightning, cosmic dust, and divine energy spiraling around him like galaxies chained to his will.
He looked into the void and smiled.
> "So… it's empty again."
"Perfect."
He raised his hand and the Beyond Realm began.
The Creation of the Beyond Realm
With a thought, he rewrote nothingness into foundation.
Space bent. Time folded. Logic cried.
His soul split into infinite fragments, each one becoming a law gravity, emotion, memory, chaos, and light. Every concept that ever could be imagined was born from his essence.
> "I no longer create stories," Erevan whispered, his voice shaking the void. "I create what stories dream of."
A throne rose carved from pure causality.
Behind it, twin suns ignited: one black, one gold.
The light of creation and the shadow of destruction danced together, birthing a realm where opposites became one.
It was beautiful and terrifying.
Erevan's New Form: The Infinite Paradox
As the realm expanded, his form evolved again.
His body became divine code, a living script that glowed with infinite runes. Each rune represented a universe he had conquered, rewritten, or erased.
His eyes now saw all possibilities at once.
His heartbeat controlled the flow of time.
His aura created and destroyed dimensions just by existing.
> "Everything that was… and everything that could be," he said softly, "will exist only because I allow it."
He stretched his hand toward the stars forming above him and they bowed, recognizing their creator.
But then… something stirred.
From deep within the Beyond Realm, the fragments of every being Erevan ever erased began to resonate.
Souls that once ruled galaxies.
Concepts that once defined existence.
They whispered from the cracks in reality.
> "You made us," they said.
"You erased us."
"Now… we return."
Erevan's expression didn't change.
> "Then this realm," he said, his aura flaring to a blinding storm of gold and black, "will be your grave again."
He raised his arm and the Second War of Infinity began.
Erevan vs. the Forgotten Gods
They came in swarms echoes of eternity, divine remnants, and voidborn kings.
Each one carried the power of an entire multiverse.
Each one wanted revenge.
Erevan moved once.
The realm exploded in light.
Entire armies vanished in a single gesture. His aura alone could unwrite their names from existence their stories erased before they could even attack.
And yet… the whispers grew louder.
Something deeper stirred beneath it all a force that even Erevan couldn't sense.
> "Something dares exist beyond me?" he muttered, his eyes narrowing.
"Good. Let's see how long it lasts."
To be continued…
Volume 5 Chapter 5: "The Being Beyond the Author."