Volume 5 — Chapter 5: "The Being Beyond the Author"
The Beyond Realm his creation, his throne, his proof of supremacy shook.
For the first time since the beginning of all, Erevan felt resistance.
The golden flames around him flickered.
The cosmic storms of his aura began to twist unnaturally, bending away as if something greater had entered the narrative.
A presence emerged from the blank horizon of infinity.
It wasn't light.
It wasn't darkness.
It was… the space between.
The void trembled as it spoke:
> "You rewrote the gods, Erevan."
"You unmade eternity."
"But you can't rewrite what never had a beginning."
The Appearance of "The Sourceless One"
From the stillness, a silhouette took form humanoid, yet shifting like a glitch in reality itself.
Every second it changed shape angelic, monstrous, human, abstract as if existence couldn't decide what it was supposed to be.
Even Erevan's eyes, which could perceive infinite dimensions, couldn't define it.
> "Who are you?" Erevan asked, voice calm but layered with burning intensity.
"I am not written," the being replied. "I am the space before the story."
The moment it spoke, the letters of creation the same divine code that made Erevan's body began to unravel.
Reality bled. Time cracked. Every concept screamed in distortion.
Erevan smirked.
> "Then let's see if something unwritten can bleed."
The Clash Beyond Definition
When they clashed, no sound was heard because sound itself ceased to exist.
Their battle was not fought in space or time it was fought in the laws of existence themselves.
Erevan unleashed his ultimate power Narrative Collapse.
Every possible version of the Sourceless One across infinite multiverses was erased simultaneously.
But the being laughed.
And then rewound the concept of erasure.
> "You cannot end me," it whispered. "I exist in the gaps your story cannot reach."
Erevan's aura flared his golden flames turned pure white, merging with the black lightning of the void. His armor cracked open, revealing the Paradox Core a divine heart of infinite contradictions.
He reached forward, touching the Sourceless One
and reality inverted.
Now he was inside the being.
🌌 Erevan's Transcendence
For a moment, Erevan saw what existed beyond creation:
a blank expanse where not even imagination existed
a place where nothing had meaning.
And he laughed.
> "So that's it… the true outside."
"Then I'll do what I always do."
"I'll write meaning into it."
He extended his hand, and from his palm flowed pure story.
Words of golden light carved themselves into the nothingness.
Time began to pulse again.
Reality obeyed.
The Sourceless One screamed as Erevan began rewriting the void itself.
> "You dare… define me?"
"No," Erevan said with a calm smile. "I'm giving you an ending."
With a single gesture, he transformed the being's essence into a new star the first light of a higher plane.
The Beyond Realm expanded once more.
Now, Erevan stood alone again
but this time, even the void bowed to him.
He looked at his own hand, glowing with creation's power.
> "I've gone beyond gods…"
"Beyond writers…"
"Beyond nothingness."
He smiled faintly.
> "I'm not the author anymore."
"I'm the genre."
To be continued…
Volume 5 — Chapter 6: "The Genre Beyond Existence