The multiverse pulsed with new life. Ripples spread outward from the young world Primovast had touched, and the lattice of existence shivered under the subtle, deliberate movements of the First Dragon. Every thread, every timeline, every dimension felt the pulse, though few could perceive it consciously.
Mortals across countless worlds experienced visions of impossible places. Cities rose and fell overnight. Oceans glimmered with colors unseen. Stars aligned in cryptic constellations that whispered secrets no one could fully comprehend.
Kaelis, now touched by Primovast's essence, walked through his city with a new clarity. He felt threads of life weaving around him — not just in his world, but in distant realms, among beings he had never met. He sensed causal patterns bending, time fracturing and looping, and worlds intersecting in fleeting glimpses.
I… I can see it all, he whispered, awe and fear trembling in his voice. Everything is connected… but… how?
You are beginning to understand, came Primovast's silent resonance. Not fully, but enough. Imperfection is the spark; curiosity is the fire. Follow it.
Far above, the Creator Gods observed the cascade of effects. Light flared, signaling awareness. Darkness coiled protectively around realms. Time rippled with uncertainty. Chaos twisted with amusement.
"He moves too freely."
whispered Light, voice like a choir of stars.
"He does not just observe. He catalyzes. Entire worlds shift under his touch."
"Yet he does not destroy."
replied Darkness.
"He awakens. Even fragments of the infinite may create change without annihilation. Watch closely — mortals and gods alike will react in ways we cannot predict."
Time added slowly, deliberately:
"The lattice responds. Threads are rearranged. Possibilities branch. Even Creator Gods may find themselves challenged."
Primovast turned his attention toward the skies of countless realms, stretching wings that shimmered across galaxies. He whispered into the lattice, not as a god commanding, but as a fragment testing the potential of imperfection.
On one world, rivers reversed. Forests shifted. Mountains trembled. Mortals panicked and adapted. Entire civilizations discovered new ways of life, technologies, and magics that had never existed.
On another, Kaelis' awareness of the lattice allowed him to touch threads of destiny. He healed a dying civilization, but in doing so, inadvertently shifted timelines in a distant world — awakening an entirely different species. Mortals, gods, and even minor celestial beings began to notice patterns they could not fully understand.
This is the catalyst, Primovast thought. To test the boundaries of chaos and order, of free will and destiny, across the infinite lattice. To see how imperfection reshapes creation, and how mortals rise when the threads themselves are stirred.
The Codex, now resonating with the pulse of multiple worlds, shimmered around Serenya as she observed. She felt the weight of the First Dragon's presence. Even the Creator Gods, with all their might, were shifting in awareness, reacting to the invisible movements of Primovast's Will.
He is teaching without words, she realized. He is shaping without touching. He is awakening the lattice itself.
Chaos laughed softly, brushing against Time.
"Even the gods will be tested. Even the architects of worlds will see their influence bend. And mortals… they will learn to dream beyond their bounds."
Primovast's form, colossal and infinite in reflection, spread across multiple dimensions simultaneously. Where his gaze fell, reality wavered and adapted. Stars formed new constellations, civilizations rose with newfound potential, and threads of life intertwined across worlds previously separated by vast distances.
This is the beauty of imperfection, Primovast thought. Even the smallest thread can ripple across infinity. Even the tiniest choice can awaken worlds.
Mortals dreamed. Heroes rose. Dragons roared. Gods observed. And above it all, Primovast moved silently, a fragment of the Omni-Formless Will, testing, observing, and allowing the infinite lattice to dance in unpredictable beauty.
Every action, every ripple, every shift was a reminder: the boundless dream of the Great Primordial's Will was alive, and the First Dragon had begun to stir it.