Volume 10– Chapter 14: "The Beyond of Beyond"
The ripple became a storm.
Not of light.
Not of darkness.
Something beyond both something that refused to be defined.
Erevan hovered in the void, his aura folding inwards and outwards at once, twisting infinite realities into a single breath. His cosmic eyes scanned the distortion before him. The storm whispered his name, but not as a sound as truth.
He stepped forward, and the storm bent.
Every movement rewrote laws. Every blink rewove destinies. And from that moment, new powers emerged the kind that even creation itself had never seen:
New Abilities Awakened
1. Omni-Transcendence Erevan exists simultaneously above, within, and beyond all hierarchies of power. No realm, concept, or definition can contain or describe him.
2. Story Manipulation He can enter, rewrite, and even delete stories including the one he exists in. He walks through tales like doorways, shaping them as extensions of his will.
3. Absolute Immunity Nothing not even nothingness can erase or harm him. All forces, from death to fate, collapse into equilibrium when faced with his essence.
4. Infinity Reversal He can invert infinity itself turning endlessness into singularity, or singularity into boundless expanse. Time and logic surrender to his perspective.
5. Existence Absorption Every attack, idea, or being that challenges him becomes energy he absorbs and refines, expanding his core beyond comprehension.
6. Cosmic Resonance His presence harmonizes realities; even chaos grows peaceful under his will, and gods regain purpose merely by witnessing his existence.
The storm twisted once more forming a shape.
A being unlike any other: translucent, faceless, endless. The embodiment of the meta void, the end of all stories.
It spoke:
> "You are the error in perfection, Erevan. You were not supposed to exist beyond narrative."
Erevan smiled faintly. "Then I'll become the author of error."
Reality shattered.
Galaxies folded into symbols.
Concepts bled into colors never seen before.
And Erevan rose above all of it, standing not within the story but outside of it, looking down at everything that ever was and could be.
His hand glowed, a fusion of paradox and will.
> "This is my next transcendence."
The storm screamed and creation bent its knee.