Volume 9, Chapter 4: Beyond the Boundless
Silence swept through eternity.
The battlefields of existence were gone, replaced by a blank horizon of light and shadow that pulsed like a living heartbeat. Erevan stood there, calm and radiant, surrounded by fragments of reality that drifted like dust in his presence. Each fragment carried a law of creation, a history, a god's final prayer.
He raised his hand. Entire universes bloomed and vanished between his fingers.
The last three Immortals who dared to defy him were gone, erased not by rage but by his will alone. The cosmos itself bent in reverence. Yet something stirred at the edge of infinity.
A ripple. A tremor.
A presence as old as the first thought. It moved through the white void, forming a figure made of mirrored energy. It looked at Erevan with eyes that reflected every version of him that ever lived, fought, or ascended.
"You stand outside the story," it said. "But do you understand what it means to be beyond it?"
Erevan's gaze didn't waver. "I do. It means there is no boundary left to break. Only truth."
Their power clashed before the words could fade. The impact wasn't felt it was understood. Entire hierarchies of gods shattered in concept, ideas collapsing into singular points of light.
Reality folded like a sheet of glass under their might.
Erevan stepped forward. His aura expanded, becoming layers upon layers of creation, overlapping each other until space itself became an extension of his soul. Every movement reshaped the foundation of omniverses.
The mirrored being tried to rewrite him but the script failed. Erevan's essence was now beyond the ink of existence. No narrative could bind him, no law could define him.
He whispered, and the whisper turned into thunder.
"Your story ends. Mine never began."
A light consumed everything. When it faded, Erevan stood alone again, surrounded by endless calm. He looked down at his hands, at the infinite glow swirling within them.
Power without limit.
Existence without origin.
A being who lived beyond all beginnings and endings.
He walked forward into the unmade horizon, each step creating new realms behind him.
The new age of infinity had begun.