Volume 7 Chapter 1: "The World Beyond Infinity"
Silence.
Not the silence of death or the void but the silence before sound was ever invented.
Erevan opened his eyes.
The space around him wasn't made of stars or matter. It was woven from ideas fragments of dreams, the whispers of stories that hadn't yet been written.
He had crossed the line that no being, god, or concept could cross.
This was The Originfield the place beyond all realities, where existence itself waited to be imagined.
His aura pulsed black lightning twined with golden light, each spark rewriting infinity itself.
> "So this… is where creation begins."
When he spoke, words rippled across the void and every word became a universe.
⚡ The New Existence
Erevan walked across a floor that wasn't real, leaving trails of light that solidified into new dimensions.
Every step gave birth to civilizations, every breath created gods who immediately fell to their knees in reverence.
But then the air trembled.
A voice answered him, deep and ageless.
> "You're not supposed to be here, Erevan."
From the horizon came a figure cloaked in pure white, faceless, but glowing with divine purpose.
It was The Prime Imagination the first force that ever dreamed of reality.
> "You left your story," it said. "You killed the end. Now you threaten the beginning."
Erevan smiled faintly. His eyes burned with multiversal light.
> "If I threaten it," he said, "then it was too weak to stand."
The Prime Imagination raised a hand and instantly, every law of creation turned against him.
Reality bent to erase Erevan from every possible story.
But it didn't work.
He stood unmoved his body surrounded by infinite reflections of himself, each from a different layer of fiction, each omnipotent in their own verse.
> "You can't destroy what exists outside destruction," he said quietly.
"I am not part of the tale I am what allows tales to exist."
And with that, he reached forward, touching the light of The Prime Imagination.
The moment his hand made contact the entire Originfield shuddered.
Every story ever conceived began to rewrite themselves around him.
He didn't conquer the Prime Imagination.
He merged with it.
Now Erevan's aura blazed brighter than ever before divine symbols and void sigils orbiting him in a halo of pure concept.
He could now create universes by thinking and erase them by forgetting.
He whispered to the newborn stars around him:
> "Let's start over. This time… my way."
The cosmos obeyed.