The world crackles in chaos and destruction, its very essence trembling as if reality itself protested.
Beyond the firmaments of the world, a planetary fortress burned across the heavens, its shattered fragments pouring down upon the continents like falling stars. The kingdoms below that had stood for centuries were ablaze within moments, crushed by the rain of debris before their people could even raise their eyes, their screams lost amidst the roar of annihilation.
Mountains collapsed, forests burned, and the oceans trembled as though something beneath them was awakening, a hidden force long buried within the planet's heart stirring to life.
Amidst the chaos, two figures faced each other—not in battle, nor in rivalry, but in recognition, as if they understood some inevitable convergence of fate.
Blood dripped from the woman's severed arm, staining the fractured earth beneath her feet. Her expression remained cold, almost surgical, as though she were examining an unpleasant specimen, unmoved by the screams or the smoke that billowed around her.
Her voice carried both disgust and exhaustion, tinged with a sorrow that had no place in the violent tableau before her.
"An abominable creation,"
The wind howled through the ruins of the world. The air trembled faintly, still saturated with the residue of powers that should never have collided, the very particles of existence vibrating with unnatural resonance.
When he spoke, his voice was quiet, yet it carried a weight that pressed upon the world like a silent judgement.
"I am… indeed."
His eyes opened. Within them reflected the image of an unraveling world. His gaze swept across the horizon, taking in the collapse of civilizations, the smoldering forests, and the oceans boiling with fury.
Mountains had collapsed into dust. The forests burned like torches. Oceans churned beneath the lingering residue of their confrontation, as if the planet itself had become a living furnace of despair.
Neither spoke of victory nor acknowledged defeat. Only silence remained, and the landscape of destruction, an endless canvas of ruin stretching as far as sight could reach.
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In the Cosmics of Ainsol, a universe that housed the very concepts of existence, a world was crumbling toward annihilation, its foundations shaking under forces older than time itself.
A colossal fissure of reality tore across the planet's surface, dividing the continents as if reality itself had been split apart. Dark clouds, born from the world's own core, were drawn inexorably toward the abyss, twisting and churning like living shadows.
Soon after, endless bolts of lightning forged from fragments of reality struck down without mercy from the Great Fissure. Those struck by the monochrome lightning simply vanished, as if they never existed, leaving nothing but an empty void where they once were.
At the same time, the pillars that supported the world began to fall one after another, each collapse sending tremors across the entire continent, shattering mountains, tearing forests from their roots, and sending oceans into frenzied tides.
Amid that chaos and spectacle, voices above the firmaments of the world emerged, uttering incomprehensible echoes and revealing themselves one by one, each syllable bending the perception of those who heart it, warping reality itself.
"Siht dlrow sah emoc ot na dne."
"Eht ylamona si ereh… eht ylamona si ereh!"
"S'ytinamuh ssenhsilooh si dedrawer yb noitcurtsed!"
The echoes overlapped, forming an endless torrent of sound, crushing the air beneath their presence with unbearable weight. The ground trembled beneath, forcing creatures to fall to their knees as an instinctive terror seized their entire existence, their hearts pounding in primal recognition of an event beyond comprehension.
They resembled a fractured obsidian vesica piscis, a black singularity composed of a multitude of circular magics. Dwelling within the unknown fabrics of reality, it was an embodiment of an alternative perspective existence—a mysterious entity, born of unknown origin, its very presence bending the laws of time and space around it.
"To think that the Manyes are so delighted, it really is a sight to behold. Don't you agree, Ente?"
A woman spoke from a distance, her tone carrying amusement as well as authority, echoing faintly across the endless realm.
She sat on her throne, holding a glass of wine, legs crossed, leaning back as she gazed at the collapsing world below—from the distant firmament of another dimension, the glow of cosmic fire reflected in her eyes.
Her appearance was that of a young woman whose beauty rivaled the divine, captivating all who dwelt in the lower realms. A mysterious aura enveloped her entirely, and her presence carried the majesty of a goddess, an intangible weight that made the air itself seem reverent.
The place she inhabited was the Realm of the Trinity, an unknown domain containing the fragments of destroyed worlds. It brimmed with the purest essences of both the past and nothingness—forms of monochrome light and darkness, endlessly and intertwining, as though the very concept of reality had been distilled into a single, enigmatic space.
Beside her sat a man of similar age, holding a tome resembling the Ancient Scriptures, a book containing countless secrets of the past and the fate of what was yet to come. His hair shimmered with a blend of light and darkness. He wore loose sleeves, and his dark-gray eyes held a faint, restless glow, as if harboring untold secrets, secrets older than any memory, spanning across countless worlds.
Ignoring the woman's attempt to capture his attention, he calmly turned a page, though his gaze occasionally drifted toward the horizon, forming a small rift that revealed the collapsing world of another universe, each ripple of the rift sending waves of distorted reality into the void.
The woman smiled, rising from her throne, and approached the edge of the plane, where a small, radiant tree grew—the Spiritual Bonsai. She touched one of its branches, and a ripple surged from its roots outward, reaching toward the dying world, its energy stretching like invisible veins through the fractured cosmos.
"Eb derotser yb eht ytirohtua fo ytilihin, neuter ot ruoy remrof fles." she intoned, speaking in ancient tongues, her voice harmonizing with the vibrations of reality itself.
A blinding speck of light—the tongues of the Manye—was unleashed, linking the Bonsai's roots to the world on the brink of destruction. But as soon as the connection was established, an anomalous disconnection occurred, leaving the woman staring in awe, her curiosity piqued by the defiance of fate.
Intrigued, she held her chin and gazed thoughtfully. "Oh my… to think the destruction he caused is beyond our repair. How about you restore it in my stead, Ente?"
Ente noticed her gaze, sighed deeply and closed his eyes, the book moving with them. He rose gently from his throne, as a matter of etiquette, and walked to the edge of the realm where the woman stood. At the plane's edge, he lifted his arms, spreading his hands as though isolating the world from his grasp, uttering the tongues of the Manye, each word stretching across dimensions like threads of impossible power.
"Tsap nigiro fo eht dlrow, eb nrober yb eht ytirohtua fo sgninnigeb."
Even so, Ente fell silent, leaving the woman to react with a playful smile. "Hmm…? What's wrong?" she asked, her eyes glinting with both amusement and intrigue.
He glanced toward her irritably, then used his 'Eye' to examine the structure of the Collapsing World's origin. Disturbances across its roots became apparent, revealing distortions in its natural framework, fractures in the very laws that held the world together.
"It seems the reality of this world as a 'World' was destroyed by the young man. Simply recreating it is insufficient. Even the world's 'Beginning' has been severely affected," he said in a monotonous tone, his voice echoing like a distant toll of cosmic inevitability.
He explained that restoration was impossible; its connections had been 'Severed'. Ente called this phenomenon the World Structural Severance, which disrupts natural order and wreaks havoc on the world's structure. The Great Fissure the young man had caused had spread unnatural chaos through alternative timelines, something that should have been impossible, tearing the threads of causality like paper.
Observing the spectacle reminded Ente of the one who holds the authority of absolute singularity. A rare, unconscious smile crossed his face. The woman, surprised, teased him at the expression.
"You are quite amused, our dear Ente…"
He brushed off the smile and cleared his throat, the woman watching him closely. Curiosity stirred within her. "But to think this human doesn't exist in the many worlds… could he be another anomaly?"
"There are many beings across worlds that share such anomalies," Ente replied, "but this one… feels familiarly peculiar." as if a fragment of something ancient yet newly born had manifested before them.
The woman smirked with a mixture of doubt and pleasure. "Is that so? I wonder why we do not remember… could he manipulate the Manyes' memories even across multiple networks?"
"What do you mean, Entus of Nihility…?"
She shrugged and remained silent, though her doubt lingered. "Is it possible that they are about to be awakened… our Creator?"
Ente's expression grew grim, calm as still water, his voice monotone yet serious. "You dare mention their name, Entus? Do you wish for our Creator to awaken?"
"Hmph… no. To be controlled by the Creator who made us for manipulation, who could gain full authority over our identities, while unable to comprehend the curiosity of the Many Eyes?"
"Hmph, I see…" Ente murmured, returning to his throne.
Suddenly, a chain of divine light manifested before the collapsing world, partially holding it together, its radiance slicing through the darkness like the first dawn after eternal night.
"It seems like our concern was unnecessary. This world is destined for incomplete destruction," Ente said, holding his book.
Entus, puzzled, approached, glancing at the tome. "So it is written… such an interesting book. Is it from 'that' goddess?"
"Yes," Ente replied.
"[The Book of Beginning: Aleph], huh? Hahaha… things are about to get more interesting." she whispered with a shiver of anticipation, the air around them crackling with unseen power.