The newborn stars trembled.
Erevan's new creation his perfect world shimmered like glass under unseen pressure. The golden light of his realm began to distort, warping into strange symbols he had never written.
It was impossible.
He was the only one who could rewrite reality… wasn't he?
He closed his hand, and the universe around him froze.
All motion, all energy, all life gone in an instant. But the strange markings still glowed in the void, spelling a language no god or system could read.
> "This isn't my code," he muttered. "Who dares to edit me?"
Then came a ripple soft, almost gentle but it carried the weight of all creation's memories.
A silhouette appeared at the far edge of infinity.
Not a god. Not an immortal.
A presence that existed outside the idea of existence. Its shape changed with every glance human, divine, infinite, undefined.
When it spoke, every law Erevan had ever written bent in submission.
> "You learned to rewrite," the being said.
"But you never asked who gave you the pen."
Erevan's aura flared instantly cosmic flames and void storms devouring eternity. The multiverse he had rebuilt collapsed in reverse as his power skyrocketed.
> "Show yourself," he commanded. "If you are my author… then I will rewrite you too."
The being only smiled or perhaps reality itself smiled through it.
Its eyes reflected every version of Erevan that had ever existed thousands, millions, across infinite loops.
> "You can't rewrite what doesn't exist within your story."
Erevan stepped forward, and for the first time, the Beyond itself cracked.
His divine circuits blazed brighter than ever each pulse rewriting logic, deleting limitation, erasing impossibility.
His power grew unstable, spilling into higher dimensions even he couldn't name.
The being tilted its head.
"Now we begin the true test. Not of strength… but of authorship."
And as their eyes met reality shattered into blank white pages.
Erevan found himself standing not in the void but inside a book.
A book with his name on it.
> Erevan: Rewrite of Realities Chapter 57.
He stared at the title… and smiled faintly.
> "Then let's see how this story ends."