The Creator Gods convened in the Hall of Realms, a place beyond space and time where their infinite domains intersected. Light glowed in patterns that mirrored all existence, Darkness coiled with infinite patience, Time wound its spirals through every moment, and Chaos danced freely in sparks of potential. Yet, none of them had anticipated what was coming.
Primovast is no longer merely observing, Light murmured, its voice resonating like a choir of suns. He touches the lattice directly. He awakens mortals. He bends worlds without breaking them.
Chaos laughed, spinning threads of possibility around itself.
"He tests the boundaries of our influence. He challenges the very notion of control. Mortals, dragons, gods… all are becoming aware of threads they could not perceive before."
Time added deliberately, its voice a measured echo across infinity:
"Every movement of his will reshapes probabilities. Even we, the Creator Gods, feel the tremors. He is fragmentary, yet his fragment is potent beyond calculation."
In the infinite lattice, Primovast moved with silent grace. His colossal form, scales like black galaxies dotted with stars, brushed against countless realities. On one world, a mortal hero lifted his sword instinctively, unaware of the cosmic dance at play, yet his action sent ripples across other dimensions. On another, civilizations suddenly comprehended concepts of magic and technology that had never existed, all without understanding the source.
This is imperfection made tangible, Primovast thought. This is the lattice awakened.
Kaelis, still attuned to the threads of reality through the Codex, felt a sudden surge of awareness. He could perceive not just his world, but fragments of others — histories, futures, and possibilities intertwining.
This is… Primovast? he whispered. He is showing me everything, yet… not telling me anything directly. He is letting me choose, letting me act, letting the threads reveal themselves.
Primovast's essence brushed against Kaelis' mind once more. Act. Observe. Reflect. You are part of the lattice, a fragment shaping infinite threads.
Meanwhile, the Creator Gods shifted uncomfortably. Light's radiance faltered for a moment, Darkness coiled tighter, Time's spirals slowed, and Chaos sparked in agitation.
Even we are limited, Light admitted. Even with infinite dominion over our realms, a fragment of the Omni-Formless Will can surpass us in influence.
Chaos chuckled softly.
"He is teaching without instruction. Mortals, gods, and even we ourselves are learning. The lattice responds not to command, but to reflection. And he… moves freely within it."
Time's spiral tightened.
"Primovast is awakening potential, testing imperfection, and showing the infinite consequences of choice. Mortals now glimpse threads they cannot yet comprehend, and even we must acknowledge the beauty of unpredictability."
On one planet, Kaelis lifted his hands, and reality shifted subtly under his touch. Crops that would have withered thrived. Rivers altered their courses. Stars above winked in unfamiliar patterns. Mortals around him panicked and marveled, unaware of the cosmic scale of these changes.
Even fragments matter, Primovast resonated in Kaelis' mind. Even a single mortal can ripple across dimensions. Choice, imperfection, curiosity — these are the tools of awakening.
The lattice pulsed with infinite resonance. Mortals began to dream boldly, Creator Gods began to question their assumptions, and the First Dragon, Primovast, observed silently. He did not impose. He did not command. He did not control. He merely stirred the threads of existence, allowing the beauty of imperfection to shine through the infinite multiverse.
The awakening has begun, Primovast thought. The Creator Gods will learn. Mortals will grow. Chaos and order will dance. And through it all, the lattice will pulse, alive and infinite, as it has always been — but now awakened by the First Dragon's will.
Across the multiverse, threads shifted, destinies intertwined, and the dream of the boundless deepened. The First Dragon had moved beyond reflection — he was now a catalyst, a touchstone for infinite creation, and a fragment awakening the lattice itself.
And somewhere, far beyond comprehension, the Omni-Formless Will observed, allowing the dance to unfold, its boundless presence smiling faintly at the awakening of imperfection across the infinite lattice.