Volume 6 — Chapter 2: "The First Creator"
Darkness…
Then a heartbeat.
BOOM.
The sound was not physical it was conceptual, echoing across eternity itself.
Every world, every time, every god paused as that pulse rippled through existence.
Erevan floated in the void where color and meaning no longer existed.
Half his armor was broken, his divine code flickering, yet his eyes those twin stars of infinite will burned brighter than ever.
Before him stood the First Creator.
No name. No shape.
Only authority.
An ancient force that existed before imagination before even the concept of "light."
"The Beginning Before Beginnings"
> "You've reached far, Erevan," the being said, voice rippling like countless pages turning.
"But even omnipotence has a ceiling."
Erevan's golden flames roared in defiance.
The cosmos bent around him, unable to contain his rising energy.
> "Ceiling?" Erevan smiled faintly. "I don't believe in ceilings. I erase them."
Power Beyond Logic
The First Creator raised a hand and instantly, the idea of "energy" was deleted.
All of Erevan's powers divine lightning, cosmic fire, void storm, golden flame ceased to exist.
Reality rewrote itself to obey the First Creator's design.
But Erevan just laughed.
> "You think I'm bound by your definitions?"
He stepped forward.
Each step created new laws just to allow his existence.
He forged his own physics with will alone.
Then it happened
his new ability awakened.
Transcendent Codex Mode: "Storyless Form"
When the concept of "power" was erased, Erevan's essence adapted.
He no longer used energy.
He became the meaning of existence itself.
Transcendent Codex Form: Erevan's being becomes a "blank story," untouchable by cause, law, or definition. Anything that tries to rewrite or destroy him is absorbed and recontextualized as part of his growth.
The First Creator's pages began to burn.
Every command it gave became part of Erevan's evolution.
> "You can't control what doesn't follow your script."
"I am not your creation…" Erevan said, voice shaking the infinite.
"…I'm the author of you."
The Battle That Shattered Origin
The First Creator unleashed its true form an endless library of existence collapsing inward.
Every story that had ever been written screamed at once.
Erevan didn't dodge.
He merged with it.
Time shattered.
Cause and effect folded.
Creation and destruction fused into one spiral.
And in that collapse Erevan emerged again.
Golden fire. Black lightning. Silver void.
But now… wings of conceptual infinity spread from his back, formed of pure creation energy and ancient void essence.
"I Am The Beyond."
He raised his hand.
Reality knelt.
The First Creator gasped as its own identity began to dissolve into Erevan's.
It whispered, almost in awe:
> "You… truly live outside every story…"
"Even mine."
Erevan's expression softened a calm god in the storm of eternity.
> "No one writes my fate."
"Not gods. Not destiny. Not even the first creation."
He extended his palm and rewrote existence in one whisper:
> "Let there be freedom."
Light and darkness fused into one —
And for the first time in all eternity, the concept of limit vanished.
The Aftermath
The First Creator fell silent.
Not defeated but evolved.
Its essence flowed into Erevan, merging with his soul.
He didn't destroy it.
He absorbed it granting him access to the foundation of all existence.
Now…
Erevan was beyond divinity.
Beyond creation.
Beyond even the writer who penned him.
He had become what all universes feared and admired:
> The Author Who Exists Beyond All Stories.
To Be Continued: