The multiverse pulsed with life, but it was no longer silent. Where once the lattice of existence moved in perfect, unbroken reflection of the Omni-Formless Will, now Primovast stirred.
He did not roar. He did not command. He merely walked, a colossal shadow of starlight and galaxy-black scales, across the corridors of creation. Each step reverberated across dimensions, sending ripples through timelines, worlds, and realities. Even the Creator Gods felt the tremor, their senses brushing against a fragment of the infinite that was more than a reflection — more than a shard.
The lattice… Primovast thought. It shifts when I move. Even the threads of existence feel… alive.
In the distance, the Creator Gods observed. Light shimmered like liquid fire, Darkness coiled in the unseen corners, Time swirled in infinite loops, and Dream stretched its tendrils toward unrealized worlds. Chaos moved freely, brushing against Law, testing boundaries that had never been tested before.
"Primovast…"
Whispered Time, its voice a cadence of eons,
"even as a fragment of the Omni-Formless Will, why do you walk among mortals and worlds? You are not limited, yet you choose to exist within imperfection."
Primovast's massive eyes, reflecting galaxies within, flickered.
"To understand. To feel. To explore. The infinite is eternal… but perfection is unchanging. I seek imperfection, for only through it can I dream anew."
Mortals and civilizations across countless worlds, oblivious to the vast hierarchies surrounding them, began to sense a shift. Stars wavered in their courses, oceans trembled in unexplainable tides, and strange dreams filled the minds of prophets, sages, and heroes alike. Something had changed. The First Dragon was awake.
Serenya, watching from a vantage between dimensions, felt her heart tighten. The Codex vibrated violently. She could feel threads twisting, some breaking, some merging, all reshaping around a singular pulse: Primovast's Will in motion.
This is the consequence of imperfection, the Will whispered softly in her mind. Even fragments can alter the infinite. Even threads of reflection can ripple across all existence.
Primovast stretched his wings, the fabric of spacetime bending around them.
"Let the worlds see what it means to exist. Let the Creator Gods beyond witness the beauty of unpredictability. Let the mortals dream beyond their understanding. I will walk among them, a shadow and a spark — a fragment seeking reflection in all things."
In that moment, the multiverse seemed to breathe. Stars blinked into patterns never predicted. Civilizations awoke to new possibilities. The lattice of existence shimmered, revealing pathways previously hidden: timelines splitting, dimensions folding, and realities intersecting in ways never imagined.
The dream of the boundless had expanded, and with Primovast moving among the threads, even the Creator Gods began to question the limits of their domains.
Serenya closed her eyes, understanding a profound truth: Imperfection is not a flaw. Imperfection is creation. Imperfection is life. And even fragments of the infinite can shape eternity.
Above all, beyond all perception and hierarchy, the Omni-Formless Will observed. Not with judgment. Not with command. Simply observing, dreaming, and allowing Primovast and all threads of creation to dance across the boundless lattice of existence.
The First Dragon moved. The multiverse shifted. And the infinite dream continued, more alive than ever before.