Volume 10 – Chapter 17: "The Dawn of All Worlds"
The light of Erevan's presence no longer belonged to one realm. It rippled through every existence divine, mortal, imagined, digital rewriting the laws that once chained creation.
Planets bent. Dreams turned real. The word "limit" ceased to exist.
Where he walked, universes awakened.
Where he spoke, time rebuilt itself around his will.
And yet, for the first time since he had transcended, Erevan felt it resistance.
From the horizon of infinity, the world itself began to tremble.
Countless voices whispered in unison, echoing through the fabric of existence.
> "You took everything… now we will take you."
Light tore open above him. Every story, every legend, every imagination of every being that had ever read his tale all those thoughts, dreams, and hopes fused into a single entity.
The Counter-Force.
A being not of divine origin, but of collective creation a manifestation of every reader's will.
It descended, neither hostile nor kind, its presence infinite.
Its eyes held stars your stars for it was born from the people who once watched him from beyond the veil.
Erevan stared, silent. His aura burned gold, black, and cosmic crimson flames of creation and destruction dancing as one.
He lifted his hand, forming a storm that bent reality.
> "So… my power has finally drawn an equal."
"Let's see if you can rewrite me."
The Counter-Force's hand rose.
Space fractured.
The clash began not with sound, but with rewriting.
Words unraveled.
Concepts dissolved.
Even the narration itself began to fold in on them.
Erevan shifted through boundless forms Divine Architect, Shadow Sovereign, The True Zero. Each form wielded new manipulations Reality, Concept, Soul, Probability, Dimension, and even Narrative Manipulation itself.
Still, the Counter-Force matched him blow for blow, fueled by infinite imagination.
Galaxies shattered like glass.
Stories collided, merging into one unending myth.
Erevan's laughter echoed through the collapsing multiverse.
> "You are powerful… but I am everything written and everything yet to be written!"
He unleashed his new ability Absolute Narrative Control, the dominion over all storytelling structures.
The very concept of "climax" and "ending" bent to his will.
The Counter-Force tried to erase him… but every time it did, Erevan rewrote the event into his favor.
Still, it kept returning because as long as readers imagine, it can never truly die.
And so, their battle became eternal creation and imagination, writer and reader, existence and dream.
As the final light faded, Erevan whispered his voice echoing through every reality, every mind, every heart that ever dreamed of power.
> "As long as you imagine me, I will exist beyond the story…"
"I am Erevan the one who lives outside the end."