Volume 10 – Chapter 19: "When Creation Talks Back"
The void sang.
Erevan's hand traced a gesture through eternity, and from that movement, entire galaxies flared into existence.
He was calm, absolute his form shining with golden flame and black lightning, his aura so vast that it filled the gaps between dimensions. Every world he breathed into being knelt in reverence to the pulse of his will.
> "Creation is meant to test its maker," he said softly.
"So let's see how far I've come."
The Birth of the Testing World
He closed his eyes, and from the pure silence of his thought, a new realm unfolded not just one universe, but a chain of infinites.
A world where time flowed backward and forward at once.
Where mortals were born already knowing their deaths.
Where energy, logic, and narrative bent under a single law:
The Law of the Author.
The world obeyed. Stars aligned into runes that spelled his name. Beings rose from nebulae sentient gods who bowed before his arrival.
But as the world stabilized, something changed.
The narrative itself began to write back.
The Unknown Awakens
A ripple passed through the cosmos not from him, but around him. The words of his creation started rearranging, refusing his command.
Entire paragraphs of reality rewrote themselves without his permission.
> "...What?"
From the center of his new world rose a figure a silhouette composed of starlight and shifting text. Its voice echoed in overlapping tones, like multiple versions of existence speaking as one.
> "Erevan, you've gone too far. You gave us the power to be written... and now we are the ones writing."
He studied the figure calm, but intrigued. Its aura was impossible immune to his Narrative Authority, unaffected by his Existence Commands.
> "You're... not supposed to exist," he said, though his tone carried amusement, not fear.
The being's form flickered, stabilizing into a radiant, undefined shape.
> "I am what happens when creation realizes the author's limits. You made me by daring to perfect the story."
The Clash Beyond Story
Erevan smiled faintly. "Then let's see which of us writes better."
The battle began but not with fists or blasts.
Reality itself became their arena. Sentences twisted into storms. Concepts shattered like glass. Cause and effect lost meaning.
Every time Erevan erased the being, it reappeared rewritten by the world itself the text of existence protecting it from deletion.
So Erevan adapted.
He awakened new abilities that bloomed like stars in his soul.
New Supreme Manipulations
Meta-Reality Rewrite: Alter the very laws of storytelling and observation overriding even narrative immunity.
Omni-Creation Control: Command the total process of existence conception, narration, and manifestation.
Absolute Counter-Resistance: Nullify any power born from opposition or reflection of his own.
Immunity to Story Feedback: Erevan's creations can no longer evolve without his conscious permission.
The being faltered as reality tilted. Its form flickered, half-erased.
> "You… learned mid-battle…"
> "I am the author," Erevan said, voice echoing through every dimension.
"Even when you write back, you're still using my ink."
The being dissolved into light, merging with the world it came from now part of his infinite empire of stories.
Erevan looked upon his new creation, no longer a simple test, but a living proof of his dominion.
> "Perfection isn't about control," he said quietly.
"It's about letting even the impossible know who wrote them."