So'esz looked into the creature's memories after his mind-formula had already forced it into unconsciousness.
An error.
His jaw clenched tightly as a low hiss escaped his throat.
How could he forget something so basic, so fundamental.
To use a mind-formula on a being with no mastery was no interrogation . It was catastrophic.
In every way Pain, ecstasy, thought, sensation—everything and all things of all senses would be felt all at once.
Lesser minds were bound to fracture most would even turn to liquid just with the overwhelming number of sensations
Yet this one had not .
With a sharp exhale from his nasal vents so'esz twisted the standard dimensions of the physical threads,
He transposed himeslf and the biped into his polymorphic craft.
As so'esz Drew upon the full extent of his mastery, he started folding space in itself
And as he did an infinitely small, continuum-locked manifold space was formed .
, forced unto existence through layered aether formulas.
The biped was cast inside, suspended and preserved for the moment at least.
Until so'esz was not truly sure as to what the creature was or who was behind it
So'esz could only lock it in this space.
Only then did he begun his examination of the memories he had extracted.
And after possible countless pulsar cycles
he was surprised.
Truly surprised.
This creature had survived the formula.
No not just survive so'esz thirteen eyes shone with a cold gaze it endured
for a being without mastery.
Who for all reasoning should not have endured a process such as this
Yet this one lived.
With no mastery.
This one lived.
It was both fascinating… and disturbing.
For a creature like this to endure, its brain structure had to be complex—far more complex than expected—capable of sustaining a vast array of functions without any conscious control.
And As So'esz examined the memories further, confusion replaced his fleeting curiosity.
There was nothing before the moment the biped had stumbled into the library through the Blackstone Labyrinth.
This creature had No origin. No past. No gradual emergence of awareness that all sentient beings possess.
Fear crept into So'esz's thoughts. It was as if this creature simply appeared, existing from a singular point in time outside of....
Horror , true horror the kind he had felt only few times in his long life.
That region of the labyrinth shattered minds even among those with seasoned epochs of mastery.
Worse still were the temporal anomalies surrounding its entrance—zones where causality folded in on itself.
Yet this creature had crossed them.
When So'esz attempted to examine the memories more closely, he found something he could not comprehend. Normally, when a mind-formula was used, everything flowed to the user—thoughts, emotions, intent.
But this creature's memories were linear.
They were Empty. No, not empty Hollow.
As if it moved forward without thought.
As if it simply passed through the temporal anomalies of the Blackstone Labyrinth.
"How is this even possible?" So'esz thought.
He reopened the manifold space and extracted samples of the biped's DNA, unraveling the sequence with careful precision.
What he found only deepened the unease.
The genetic structure was highly developed. Given time, this species could easily ascend to the level of a higher Nexus race.
So'esz's thoughts spiraled.
For a brief moment, he considered discarding the anomaly—casting it into the heart of a dying star or into the event horizon of a black hole.
Whatever this being was either the scout of some highly advanced beings or homunculus of a much greater entity.
But he needed information he couldn't move forward, less he falls into a worse predicament.
Then another thought struck him.
Genetic memory.
While lesser beings might think for one that genes only allow us to understand the epigenetic marks or reflections of inherited biological traits .
However
This was not true , through one's mastery of either the physical threads or the aether one could look in the veil of past.
So'esz activated a series of aether formulas, seeking traces of the creature's species—its origin, its history, anything.
But alas What he found brought despair.
There was no genetic memory.
No record of this species ever existing.
So'esz felt, after many pulsar cycles, something close to pity.
This being was nothing more than an organic automaton—constructed, not born. Sent by something far greater, perhaps as a tool… or a joke.
So'esz was powerful but in the nexus there existed beings of far greater knowledge.
For whoever made this thing all of this might just be a joke.
Once again, destruction seemed prudent in his mind. Should he just destroy it, but if so what consequence would he face.
there was still nothing too many variables—no clue, no signal, no indication of its creator.
Why would they send this creature and not come themselves?
Why? So'esz went in deep thought coming out his trance
He realized they could not.
That was why this creature had been sent.because it's creator couldn't and that particular being needed it.
At last, So'esz reached a grim conclusion. He would trace the creature's connection—to the threads and to the aether itself.
It was a dangerous act. And most foolish so.
To seek such a connection opened the doors of perception.
Beyond the physical weaver and the aether lay the Others— spoken of only in fragments by the highest races.
Lesser beings who gazed upon them were erased from spacetime itself.
So'esz did not wish to do this.
In any other circumstance, disintegration of the creature would have been the wiser choice.
But the variables were too great.
Whoever made this needs something from this planet either way so'esz is bound to be estrangled as a pawn
So if, he could not learn what this creature was…
Then he would learn who made it.