Zero looked at the information that had been transmitted back with a smile on her face, it was almost time.
She had been here since the origin of the source sea, though her presence during that period would not have been recognizable as such to anyone watching. During the chaotic opening battle that birthed this chaotic world that house the plane called the 'present' she had dissolved herself into a state between existence and non-existence, avoiding the numerous clashes and preserving herself.
In the chaotic battle when the practitioners shed their ordinary forms and became expressions of the concepts they wished to establish in the new cosmos, Zero had become a slight wave, flickering in and out of the chaos itself, present and not present simultaneously without contradiction.
