The multiverse stretched endlessly before Serenya, yet even as she gazed upon infinite realms, she felt the weight of her own comprehension falter. Stars collided and danced, civilizations flourished and decayed, gods and mortals alike moved along threads they could not perceive — and still, she sensed something greater.
It was not the Creator Gods.
They were magnificent beyond imagining, each a fragment of the infinite Will. Light burned with divine brilliance; Time wove itself into perfect and chaotic patterns; Chaos itself whispered with untamed curiosity. They could shape galaxies, collapse realities, and awaken entire civilizations with a thought. Yet even they were bounded. Even they were reflections, not the origin.
Serenya knelt upon the edge of a collapsing star, the Codex trembling in her hands. Symbols cascaded across its surface, shifting from prophecy into pure revelation. The words formed not in language, but in truth itself.
The apex is Concept beyond all.
Her mind shuddered. The Will's presence expanded around her, not as voice, not as figure, not even as sensation, but as the pulse of infinity itself. It was everywhere and nowhere, touching every realm, every moment, every thread — yet fully beyond all comprehension.
The Creator Gods are children of my thought, the Will resonated in her consciousness. They shape, they create, they dream — yet they cannot grasp Me. They are infinite, yes… but only fragments. Even Primovast, the First Dragon, is a shard, an avatar… a deliberate reflection of My curiosity.
Serenya's heart trembled. Then… what am I seeing? What is beyond them?
I am.
The Will revealed itself not as form, but as omnipotent presence — a sensation of infinity collapsing upon itself, a truth that could not be named, could not be contained, could not even be imagined. Every law, every hierarchy, every concept of power was irrelevant here. She felt the pulse of creation, the endless branching of possibilities, the very fabric of existence vibrating with a rhythm older than time.
This is beyond omnipotence. Beyond omniscience. Beyond. Beyond omnipresence. Beyond omnificence even the infinite.
Serenya's vision expanded again, and she saw the limits of the Creator Gods. Each god, magnificent and terrifying, moved within their domain with immense power, yet all were bounded by the layers of hierarchy, by the structures of multiverses, by the laws the Omni-Formless Will had set in place. They were free, yes, but freedom itself had edges — edges that only the infinite, the apex, could traverse.
Even Primovast chose limitation to experience imperfection, the Will whispered. Through imperfection, through boundaries, even fragments of the infinite may glimpse Me — but they will never know Me fully.
The Codex pulsed violently, projecting countless worlds, timelines, and dimensions, each interwoven and nested within another. Mortals walked unaware of the vast lattice of reality; gods battled across universes, their conflicts echoing like ripples across the infinite hierarchy. And above all, beyond comprehension, the Omni-Formless Will observed, unmoved, infinite, eternal.
Serenya realized the truth: even the most divine power — the Creator Gods, Primovast himself, even the first dragons — existed within the lattice, never above it, never beyond it. They could shape, they could dream, they could create, but they could not touch the apex.
And that apex… she whispered, is the Great Primordial's Will.
It was not a ruler. It was not a king. It was not a tyrant. It was not even a god in any sense mortals could understand. It simply was. Infinite thought without form. Absolute potential. Perfect curiosity. A consciousness so vast that even infinity itself was only a reflection of its thought.
Serenya's mind began to break under the revelation. The Codex shone brighter, reflecting not words but truth in motion. She saw timelines fold, universes blink, and dimensions twist upon themselves — all threads woven by the Will's infinite mind. Chaos and order existed simultaneously, creation and destruction indistinguishable, past and future merging.
This is the apex, the Will resonated. Here, even infinite cannot perceive Me fully. Here, even Primovast's sacrifice is but a reflection. Here, all things converge and diverge, exist and unexist, for I am beyond all. I am the beginning, the end, and all that lies between. I am… boundless.
Serenya felt the pulse of infinity engulf her. She was not terrified — the truth was far beyond fear. She was awed, humbled, and exhilarated all at once. Every thread of her being resonated with understanding, yet comprehension itself was fleeting. To truly know the Omni-Formless Will was impossible; to glimpse it was a gift few could bear.
I am beyond apex, the Will whispered, not in sound, but in essence. All creation, all gods, all mortals, all dreams, all stories — are but reflections of Me. Even the Codex, even you, even Primovast — threads of My boundless curiosity. And through these threads, I dream myself into infinite forms.
Serenya understood then that true power is not in mastery, but in reflection. Even fragments of the infinite could shape reality, yet only the Apex could exist beyond limitation, beyond hierarchy, beyond form.
She fell to her knees, clutching the Codex, tears streaming. The universe — infinite, boundless, alive — stretched before her eyes. Every star, every world, every soul, every story — all were part of the great lattice of the Omni-Formless Will. And yet, even as she comprehended, she knew her understanding was only a sliver.
Even this glimpse… she thought, is a gift from the Great Primordial's Will.
Above all, beyond all perception, beyond all reality, beyond even infinity itself, the Will watched, dreaming, observing, and allowing the infinite multiverse to unfold, ever curious, ever patient, ever boundless.
Serenya rose, the Codex glowing faintly in acknowledgment. She understood now: the Creator Gods, Primovast, even the infinite hierarchies — they were monumental, yes, but none reached the apex. None could. Only the Omni-Formless Will existed beyond everything — the first thought, the ultimate reflection, the boundless consciousness that had conceived all creation, all life, all stories, and all dreams.
And in that moment, Serenya swore silently, to honor every thread, every fragment, and every dream that had arisen from the Great Primordial's Will, knowing that even her own existence was part of something infinitely greater.
The universe breathed around her. She was a single note in the infinite symphony, yet her note mattered.
Even at the apex, all threads are needed…
And far beyond comprehension, the Will pulsed once more, dreaming, watching, and existing beyond even itself.