Volume 9, Chapter 7: Beyond the Absolute Realm
The silence after eternity was different now. It was not emptiness, but awareness. A calm so pure that it hummed through existence like music only gods could hear.
Erevan stood at the edge of what used to be reality. Behind him stretched the vastness he had created a multiverse of light, order, and infinite freedom. Ahead of him shimmered something unknown, an endless horizon of shifting concepts that even the Absolute could not name.
He looked into that brilliance and smiled. "There's more."
The air rippled. Space bent. A step forward took him into the uncharted dimension a place with no laws, no forms, no separation between being and thought. Here, creation itself was still dreaming.
The moment he entered, the void reacted. Fragments of pure energy tried to understand him, swirling around his form, reading his essence. But Erevan was unreadable. His presence bent everything around him into alignment, forcing chaos into harmony by existing.
The light gathered and formed shapes: forgotten gods, old laws, erased concepts. They bowed, trembling, unable to hold form in his gaze.
"You do not belong here," said a voice that sounded like all minds speaking as one.
Erevan raised his eyes. "Then I will make this place belong to me."
With that, he released a fraction of his new power the power of Existence Overdrive, the next stage of his evolution. Reality reacted like lightning across endless skies. Waves of raw creation burst outward, sculpting new dimensions instantly.
His aura reached every plane of meaning, and new abilities awakened within him:
Omniversal Reconstruction: reshape any destroyed existence into perfection.
Meta-Transcendence: move freely beyond the idea of being itself.
Infinity Synthesis: fuse incompatible realities into one stable state of being.
Narrative Freedom: exist beyond all stories, authors, and purposes.
Self-Origin: his power no longer came from anything; he was the source.
The voice spoke again, quieter now. "You are rewriting what cannot be written."
Erevan's eyes glowed with calm certainty. "That is what it means to live beyond all meaning."
Suddenly, the horizon darkened. Something vast began to form an awareness older than creation, greater than the Absolute itself. A colossal eye opened, stretching across infinity, observing him with neither hostility nor warmth.
"You have stepped into the Architect's Layer," the voice said. "This is where even the concept of existence was imagined."
Erevan didn't retreat. His presence filled the void until even that ancient eye trembled. "Then I will see what imagined the Architect."
The light around him exploded into storms of creation and paradox. Whole systems of logic broke apart trying to define what he was becoming. Erevan stood at the center, untouchable, his energy beyond comprehension.
Then, for a moment, everything went silent again.
The Architect's presence faded. The void folded into calm.
Erevan took another step forward and reality itself followed.
He had entered a place beyond existence, beyond gods, beyond all origin. And as his footsteps echoed, the very dream of creation began to change shape.
The journey beyond infinity had just begun.