Volume 10 – Chapter 13: "The Architect of Balance"
Erevan opened his eyes to a universe still being written.
Light and shadow spiraled like twin serpents around his form, weaving the foundations of a newborn cosmos. The air itself carried his rhythm each breath birthing new stars, each heartbeat bending gravity into song.
He had no need to command; reality responded to his will before the thought ever formed.
Where once there was void, now there was potential.
And within that potential, something stirred fragments of forces that once defined him: time, chaos, matter, and dream. They swirled before him like echoes of a forgotten orchestra.
Erevan smiled faintly. "You've missed your master," he said quietly, raising his hand.
The fragments merged into him, not as tools, but as understanding. He didn't control them he was them.
And with that realization, new powers awakened:
Harmony Manipulation he could align any conflicting force into perfect coexistence. Fire bowed to water; chaos folded neatly into order.
Adaptation Manipulation his being evolved instantly to meet any challenge. Whatever could harm him transformed into another part of him.
Concept Reflection any idea that struck against him fear, power, will rebounded, purified and reshaped.
Reality Equilibrium he could balance collapsing dimensions with a glance, turning instability into creation.
Soul Resonance every living thing could feel his existence as inspiration, not terror; his aura healed what it once shattered.
He was no longer immune because nothing could touch him he was immune because everything that touched him became part of him.
From the edge of the forming universe, a ripple appeared a disturbance, faint but growing.
A voice whispered, not hostile, not kind. "You've changed the rhythm of existence, Erevan. But can balance survive what comes next?"
He looked up, golden and black light dancing in his eyes. "If balance can't survive," he murmured, "then I'll rewrite what survival means."
The ripple deepened forming a shape, a presence beyond creation, something not born from any story, but beyond all the stories that even he had transcended.
Erevan's aura flared once more. The newborn cosmos trembled in anticipation.
The Architect of Balance was ready.