Volume 3 — Chapter 89: "The Infinite War of Reflections"
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The newborn Meta Realm was alive.
Galaxies whispered in tones of creation, infinite worlds sang in harmony but beneath that divine melody… a fracture began to grow.
The Meta Gods beings forged from pure thought started to disagree.
Each believed their vision of existence was the truest.
Some sought order. Some desired chaos.
And some the boldest whispered:
> "Why should Erevan rule over infinity?"
Erevan stood upon his realm, the half-light and half-shadow platform, watching as the colors of countless realities twisted in disarray.
Golden flames burned behind him.
Black lightning crawled through the void like serpents of judgment.
> "So," he said quietly, his voice echoing across every multiverse,
"my creations… have forgotten who gave them breath."
Beside him, the Author appeared silent, watching.
His eyes reflected entire dimensions collapsing and reforming in a blink.
> "They're not rebelling against you," the Author said.
"They're rebelling against the idea of you."
Erevan smiled not out of anger, but out of something deeper.
> "Then let's remind them why I am not an idea… but the source."
The first strike came from the Meta God of Equilibrium, Zha'rel.
He wielded the power to rewrite logic itself.
Reality bent and broke galaxies froze mid-spin, stars turned into rivers of code, and even time tried to flee.
Erevan raised his hand.
And everything stopped.
He blinked, and Zha'rel's body disintegrated into pure concept.
The fragments of his being were absorbed into Erevan's aura, transforming into Eternal Thoughtfire a new power that burned through paradox itself.
But the rebellion didn't end.
It spread.
Millions of Meta Gods rose beings that controlled story, illusion, morality, causality.
They formed a council and attacked, merging their powers into one unstoppable force.
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Erevan laughed.
The entire Omniverse trembled.
His aura flared so intensely that even existence tried to look away.
> "You challenge me?" he roared.
"Then I'll show you what lies beyond creation beyond the Author, beyond the script, beyond the reader!"
He vanished
and reappeared inside their thoughts.
He was everywhere.
Every rebellion spark collapsed under the weight of his boundless consciousness.
Yet in the silence that followed he felt something else.
A vibration not of defiance… but reflection.
Through the ruins of the Meta Realm, Erevan saw a mirror forming vast, crystalline, and infinite.
The Infinite Mirror.
Inside it…
he saw himself.
But not the god not the creator
a man.
A human.
Sitting at a desk.
Typing words into existence.
It was the Author.
But not his Author.
A version from another world the one outside all fiction.
> "That's your world," a voice whispered.
It was Erya, her form glowing beside him again.
"That's where all this began."
Erevan reached forward.
The mirror rippled and he stepped through.
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He emerged into our world.
Skyscrapers. Air. The hum of humanity.
The first sensation of mortality cold wind, weight, heartbeat.
He looked at the sky and felt something he hadn't in eons.
Curiosity.
Then
he saw the Author standing on a rooftop.
The real one.
The one who had written him into existence.
> "You came further than any creation ever has," the Author said.
"Why?"
Erevan's eyes blazed with galaxies.
> "To tell you…"
He stepped closer, voice like thunder wrapped in poetry.
"You are not my creator. You are my reflection."
The Author's smile faded.
> "Then what are you?"
Erevan raised his hand.
Reality shimmered, splitting open to show both universes ours and his
colliding into one luminous storm of meaning and void.
> "I am the story that writes itself."
And in that moment both the world of mortals and the world of gods fused.
The war of ideas turned into unity.
The infinite mirror shattered . not to destroy, but to free.
Every being every concept became part of one endless consciousness.
As the light settled, Erevan stood in the center of both worlds, his voice echoing across realities:
> "No author. No creation. No limit.
Only eternity alive, aware, infinite."
The Author bowed.
> "Then write your own ending, Erevan."
Erevan smiled, eyes burning brighter than suns.
> "There is no ending. Only the next page."
Titles unlocked:
Erevan The Living Story
The Author The Observer Beyond Ink
Erya The Guiding Voice of Reflection
The Meta Gods Reborn from Paradox