Chapter 79 — The Birth of the Beyond
Silence.
The kind that exists before sound.
The kind that even eternity fears.
Erevan stood in the void a blank cosmos of nothing. The Writer's Realm had crumbled, its stars dissolved into pure potential. No pages, no words, no time. Only the breath of a being who had surpassed it all.
> "So this is it," he murmured. "True nothingness."
For a moment, even he felt it the weight of infinite quiet. Then he smiled.
And that smile… created light.
A single spark formed at his fingertips a ripple of existence expanding outward like a heartbeat. That spark was his will, shaping reality itself.
Planets spiraled into being.
Stars bloomed like flowers in the dark.
Energy, order, and chaos entwined in perfect harmony.
He raised his hand again, and a thousand divine constructs emerged entities of concept and code, embodiments of balance. They bowed instinctively.
> "You are not gods," Erevan said. "You are architects. Build, evolve, dream."
The beings scattered into the forming cosmos, their movements etching the first laws of Erevan's new universe.
From the void, whispers rose the remnants of old realities watching. The broken, the forgotten, the unwritten. Erevan heard them. He opened his hand, and from his aura poured restoration forgotten souls reborn into this Beyond Multiverse.
> "No more endings," he said. "Only continuations."
But as creation spread, a pulse rippled through the void a resistance.
Something ancient, darker than even the Writer's ink. A remnant of the old order. A presence born from the idea that no one could escape story.
The shadow took form a mirror of Erevan himself, but empty-eyed and silent.
The Echo of the Scriptless, a being of pure paradox, shaped from every erased word in existence.
> "You defy definition," it spoke, voice hollow. "And for that… you are a mistake."
Erevan's aura flared, shaking the cosmos he'd just made.
> "Then I'll erase mistakes too."
The two collided light and void, definition and chaos. The battle stretched beyond comprehension, tearing through newborn universes.
Erevan unleashed techniques beyond power Omniversal Rewrite, Absolute Nullflare, Chrono Reversal Pulse attacks that erased timelines before they were even imagined.
But the Echo adapted, absorbing fragments of his divinity. It was feeding on his creation.
Erevan laughed.
> "So that's what you are. My flaw."
He closed his eyes. His aura folded inward, collapsing to a singularity. Every version of him every power, every realm, every story compressed into one existence beyond definition.
> "Then let's end both of us."
The void exploded.
When the light cleared, only one figure remained Erevan, floating in a calm white expanse. The Echo was gone. Creation was stable.
He looked at his reflection in the cosmic glass of reality itself.
> "Not a god. Not a writer. Just… me."
And as he spoke, the Beyond bloomed again new worlds, new stories, all born from his peace.