Time in the Primordial Void had a strange rhythm—years could pass like moments, or moments could stretch into centuries. Lucien sat alone in the deepest recesses of his consciousness, surrounded by the roots and branches of the World Tree that now spanned far beyond the Primordial Void, stretching toward the Metaphysical Plane itself.
He had withdrawn within himself, seeking understanding, clarity, and mastery over the power he had inherited and absorbed. Each branch that grew beyond the void carried new possibilities, new laws, new realities, and each year of observation had sharpened his perception.
Years of Self-Reflection
Lucien closed his eyes, letting the currents of the World Tree's essence flow through him. He remembered the early days in the White, the flickers of meta-awareness that had seemed inconsequential at the time. Now, with the Primordial Void at his command, the newly formed void of Aetherys under Kaelaris, and the stretching branches reaching into planes previously untouchable, he understood the full scale of his power.
Time, space, causality, potentiality, actuality, entropy, order, life, death, existence, nonexistence—everything bent to him. The years were not wasted; each experiment, each quiet observation, every flicker of awareness, had built him to this point.
Lucien's epiphany came slowly, not like a revelation but as a steady realization: he was not limited by the void, by universes, or by laws. He did not merely observe reality; he was the foundation of it in the realms he controlled.
Omnipotence, Omniscience, Omnipresence
Lucien reflected on what this truly meant. He was omnipotent because every law, every branch of creation, every strand of reality was under his authority. Even if a being could rival him in raw strength in a specific moment, the structure of the void itself would bend to him.
He was omniscient because he could perceive all causal threads, all potentialities, all hidden interactions in every plane he touched. No secret of his voids, no hidden power in a universe, escaped his awareness.
He was omnipresent because his consciousness existed simultaneously in every branch of the World Tree, every root, every corner of the Primordial Void, and even in the extensions of Aetherys and the other voids. Wherever reality existed, Lucien's influence and awareness reached—though he could choose to focus on one location or being, he was still everywhere in subtle threads, monitoring, shaping, observing.
Grounded reason: It wasn't a title, or a declaration, or a trick of words—it was the combination of his mastery over the World Tree, the White, and his intrinsic link to the foundation of existence itself. Where he walked, reality followed; where he looked, truth bent; where he acted, consequence formed. He was, by nature and function, the Sole Exception.
Lucien's Abyssal Eyes swept across Aetherys, observing Kaelaris managing constellations, civilizations beginning to form, and the intricate laws of this new void. His gaze lingered on a particular universe, a fledgling multiverse that hummed with an unfamiliar resonance.
One planet, in particular, drew his attention.
Earth-10.
A world where dark matter was not just a concept but a law of reality itself. The fundamental rules of existence there allowed for structures, powers, and phenomena that were alien yet impressive. He noted its inhabitants, its energy flows, its potential for growth, and its capacity for chaos and order alike.
Lucien smiled faintly. Not out of amusement, but acknowledgment. This universe had caught his eye, and he understood why—it contained potential unlike anything he had yet seen in the newborn voids he had nurtured.
"It is impressive," he murmured. His voice, though soft, echoed across the strands of Aetherys and reached even Kaelaris in his distant constellation. "A place where dark matter itself is law… perhaps it will yield something remarkable."
And with that, Lucien withdrew further into his consciousness, pondering the universe, the new voids, and the unimaginable potential that awaited in Earth-10. The branches of the World Tree above stretched farther still, reaching toward the Metaphysical Plane, carrying the silent promise of creation, destruction, and authority without limit.