Chapter 11: Bloody Manifestation (10)
In the twelfth millennium, an epoch adorned with the splendor of the Resurgence Era, a remarkable milestone emerges as the millennium reaches its two hundredth year, an event of unparalleled magnitude unfolds. An event destined to be etched onto the undying parchment of history. On this momentous day, the cosmic curtain lifts, revealing a newborn star, resplendent and awe-inspiring, as it takes its first breath within the vast celestial expanse of Evermore's sky. This celestial marvel, blazing with brilliant luminescence, casts a warm embrace upon the world below, turning the heavens into a grand stage of mesmerizing lights and ethereal radiance. The nightly canvas dissolves away as the newborn star ascends to join its celestial brethren, offering a fleeting glimpse of celestial majesty amidst the daily splendor of the sunlit firmament.
A newborn star, ablaze with a brilliance unmatched, overshadows its fellow celestial bodies—a testament to the monumental power embodied by the newborn Dominator. Yet, our encounter with this celestial spectacle is ephemeral, a fleeting instant that stirs a touch of melancholy within us. As the radiant spectacle seizes our senses and captivates our imaginations, it's essential to remember the true quest of our protagonist, the White Vincere, which lies in the birth of the Mental Body—the symbol of Deificus. The birth of the star, although significant, is but a transient event in the grand narrative we unravel.
In the uncharted depths of the emerging Vincere's consciousness, a cosmos of cryptic emotions churn and swirl, weaving an intricate mosaic of unusual sensations. The Ivory Felith evolved into a conduit for boundless power, where the very essence of life throbs within its physical and spiritual form. With a mere ripple in its mental sea or the slightest shudder of its soul, the Felith holds the power to reshape reality as effortlessly as a celestial maestro orchestrating the symphony of the universe. However, within this exhibition of immense power, a void echo, much like the silence that dwells within a collapsing star, hinting that the boundless energy it holds might lack inherent meaning or purpose.
Amid this extraordinary juncture of comprehension, the alabaster Felith ventures into the labyrinthine matrix of reality, revealing the essential essence that navigates the cosmic machinery. Each universal law, each intricate thread weaving the cosmic quilt, is laid bear with startling clarity and profound understanding. The mystery of power unravels before their discerning gaze, exposing the intricate dance of cosmic forces that form the backbone of existence. Magic and sorcery, once shrouded in an enigmatic aura, now stand exposed in their purest form, like the rhythmical dance of cosmic energies orchestrated by ancient incantations of primordial wisdom.
Despite such deep understanding, a void permeates the nascent Vincere's being. Despite their comprehension reaching the furthest corners of reality, a keen disillusionment grips their essence, as if the world they once trusted crumbles like a sandcastle against a relentless tide. The grand tapestry of existence, once teeming with vibrancy and certainty, reveals itself as a transient illusion—a fleeting shadow play that dances before their discerning gaze.
As the Vincere navigates deeper into the labyrinth of self-discovery, their perception of body and soul undergoes a dramatic transformation. The physical form, once revered as a sanctuary for the soul, transfigures into a fleeting shell—a temporal vessel confining the boundless essence within. The boundaries of the corporeal realm become evident, appearing as mere chains restricting the free expression of their transcendent nature. Simultaneously, the soul, once perceived as a cradle of ethereal purity, dons the form of a spectral prison, confining the vast consciousness within its finite perimeters.
Confronting this existential paradox, the nascent Vincere teeters on the brink of unrest. The omnipotence they wield, the profound understanding permeating their being, starkly contrasts the perceived insignificance of the cosmos. An impending sense of meaninglessness looms, threatening to eclipse their newfound wisdom, as if the grand tapestry of existence has been stripped of its vibrant hues and raison d'être. They grapple with the enormity of their enlightenment, swaying between the awe-inspiring empowerment and the haunting void that accompanies such revelation.
The crucible of Metakosmosis—an ordeal that every prospective Dominator must navigate on their odyssey toward the state of Deificus—marks the beginning of an extraordinary transformation. This transformation is not just a metamorphosis of the corporeal form but a revolution in perception, a renaissance of the very essence of existence. The trial is akin to threading the eye of the cosmic needle with the silken thread of consciousness, an arduous task performed under the scrutinous gaze of the universe.
As the trial unfurls, a tangible shift permeates the atmosphere. The significance of the physical form and spirit, like grains of sand slipping through your fingers, begins to elude comprehension. The delicate threads tethering your identity to the palpable and spiritual realms start to unravel, teetering on the brink of severing your connection to the domains you've known. The tremendous power that once roared within you like a furious tempest now ebbs to a mere murmur, an echo reverberating through the empty chasms of your being. The once concrete laws governing the intricately woven tapestry of the universe now ring hollow, as if the cosmic orchestra has abruptly silenced its melody.
A growing disillusionment stirs within you. The allure of the physical and the once captivating realm of spirit starts to wane. It's as though a veil has been lifted, unveiling a reality that lay concealed from your perception. Your consciousness, no longer shackled within the borders of your body and spirit, expands and swells like a supernova poised at the brink of its explosive climax. With this newfound vastness, the necessity to dwell within the realms of the physical and spiritual begins to diminish, akin to a bird questioning the necessity of its golden cage.
The question echoes within the vast expanse of your consciousness: Why reside within the constraining prison of reality when your essence has sampled the intoxicating freedom of the limitless cosmos? Why cling to the limitations of the corporeal and spiritual existence when the infinite waltz of consciousness beckons you? As the allure of the material world slowly disintegrates into oblivion, you find yourself on the precipice of a grand awakening, caught in the balancing act between the familiar and the unknown.
For those who falter, they are relegated to the mental plane, forever ostracized from the realms of the physical and astral. They are neither dead nor erased but are awakened to a novel perspective where the allure of the physical world no longer holds the gravitational pull to draw them back.
For those who endure the relentless onslaught of the trial, they reawaken anew, emerging as a Deificus—poised to inherit the mantle of power, wisdom, and boundless potential. They shed the confines of their previous existence, unfurl their ethereal wings, and soar into the limitless expanse of cosmic consciousness.
As the scene unravels, it is veiled in an aura of profound contemplation and introspection. The unanswered question hovers in the air, a cryptic riddle yearning to be deciphered. What truly embodies the catalyst to triumph in this daunting trial? Is it the enduring force of kinship and fellowship, the resilient bonds cultivated through the sanctity of love and bloodline? Without question, these connections offer significant strength, equipping individuals to steer through the ensuing challenges.
Yet, as we delve further into the enigmatic maze of contemplation, consider a circumstance that threatens to unravel the very fabric of our understanding. Picture, if you will, the soul-shattering calamity of losing a loved one— a cherished offspring or an adored companion—their existence snuffed out in a savage act of violence. Confronted with such a devastating loss, what emotions would engulf you? Would sorrow and grief become the consuming tides, driving you towards the path of vengeance? While these mortal emotions bear significance in our human existence, from the purview of higher entities like Deificus, they are bereft of true importance.
For those bestowed with the capacity to navigate the realms of the mental plane, the bonds we sculpt through blood ties and love are nothing more than mirages, offspring of conscious creation. With a mere shift in thought, the lives of cherished ones can be manipulated, and the dynamics of relationships transformed at will. This serves as a poignant reminder that such entities dwell on a plane parallel to deities, wielding the power to manifest realities through the sheer force of their thoughts. Consequently, relationships and love hold no inherent value in the grand mural of their existence.
Hence, the actual key to unlocking success in this trial is embedded within the realm of karma. It matters little whether this karmic energy takes the shape of benevolence or malevolence. What truly holds weight is embracing karma in its full essence, acting as an anchor that keeps the mind engaged and in sync with the complex mechanisms of the world.
Visualize the thread of karma as a fragile filament, a solitary strand incapable of securing one firmly to the physical realm. A minor stumble, and this thread may break, setting one adrift in the vast cosmos. To form a deep-rooted connection with the world, one must spin a rope of monumental magnitude, a lifeline that transcends the confines of imagination.
Yet, does this tether to the worldly path assure victory in this trial? From the perspective of an ordinary individual, it seems plausible. The one who sustains self-awareness, resisting the seduction of absolute freedom within the mental realm, emerges as the victor. They have vanquished the test by remaining grounded amidst the turmoil, discovering purpose and significance within the physical and astral planes.
However, from the elevated vantage of the enlightened few, those who have transcended the worldly path and ascended to the mental plane, a contrasting perspective unfolds. For them, those who tenaciously cling to the physical and astral realms are the ones yet to pass the test. They endure in their attachment, unwilling to relinquish their grip on the world. In the eyes of the enlightened, the true attainment lies in liberation, in discarding the illusions that bind and welcoming the limitless expanse of the mental plane.
As we contemplate the fate of the nascent white Fiend, our newly born protagonist, who has just entered existence a mere ten minutes ago, an essential question looms large: Does this fledgling possess enough karma to conquer the daunting trials that lie ahead? The answer eludes us, for their karmic essence is but a fragile ember, barely ignited within their being. The likelihood of triumph seems improbable, as even the mythical light dwelling within the causal plane lacks the power to offer its aid. This renowned light shines with the brilliance of enlightenment, yet if it were to extend its potent energy to assist the nascent Vincere, the cost would be immense. Vincere would be compelled to relinquish all earthly concerns, surrendering their physical form and essence, ascending as a complete entity within the vast expanses of the mental plane.
Fully aware of its own limitations, the mythical luminary humbly acknowledges the boundaries of its influence. Instead of relying solely on its power, another transcendental entity connected to its host emerges as the key to triumph in this trial—the world spirit Evermore.
In the profound depths of the mental plane, the formless consciousness of the white Vincere edges toward completion, a moment of immense importance unfurling. In this fleeting interval, Vincere's psyche teeters on the edge of liberation, ready to heed the ethereal realm's seductive summons. With each ticking moment, the Vincere sheds the shackles of its physical and spiritual form, capitulating to the mental plane's currents that wash over its essence.
During this critical juncture, the Ever Force, profoundly interwoven with the White Vincere, undergoes a transformation beyond comprehension. It shatters the confines of normal perception, metamorphosing into an infinite karmic thread, surpassing the furthest reaches of human imagination. These threads, infused with cosmic energy, throb with a majestic power that ensnares the formless consciousness in an ethereal clasp.
However, these threads are more than mere strands; they form an unbreakable karmic chain, interlocking and rooting Vincere's consciousness within the sphere of existence. As the Vincere is drawn back from the mental plane's brink, a steadfast imposition seizes control—a return to deciphering reality's intricate choreography. It is not a self-elected awakening, but a compelling decree of destiny demanding Vincere's undivided focus.
In stark contrast to the benevolent nature of the mythical light residing within the causal plane, the spirit of Evermore carries a different essence. It acts as a binding force, a chain tying all existence to the earthly path. As the Vincere's consciousness intertwines with Evermore's karmic chain, they undergo a profound perceptual metamorphosis. They're bestowed with the ability to perceive the world's true essence—the unveiling of a transcendental prison capable of ensnaring the mightiest deities. This revelation penetrates the veils of illusion and delusion, laying bare the raw reality of existence in all its intricate glory and complexity.
The formidable power coursing through the Ever Force's karmic chain equips the Vincere to discern the intricate web of cause and effect that weaves the fabric of existence. Each action, every decision, and every intention echoes throughout the cosmos, bearing profound weight and consequence. The Vincere, now in tune with the interconnectedness of all things, beholds the delicate equilibrium that underpins the cosmic symphony.
Yet, as the Vincere gazes upon the profound essence of this world, a powerful blend of awe and apprehension engulfs their consciousness. They realize that the liberation they sought within the mental plane's ethereal expanse carries its own bindings. The unyielding karmic chain serves as a constant reminder that, despite their broadened understanding, they're not entirely free. They remain tethered to the intricate ballet of cause and effect, forever conscious of the repercussions accompanying each step on their transcendent journey.
In this defining moment, the perception of Vincere expands, enveloping the complex web of existence. Undergoing a transformation of epic proportions, they shed the limitations of their former self, emerging as Deificus. This signifies the birth of a complete Mental Body, surpassing the restrictions of physical and spiritual manifestations. With this heightened awareness, Deificus claims the liberation of their true nature and acknowledges the momentous responsibility that it carries.
Thus, within the shining expanse of the mental plane, the metamorphosis of the white Vincere culminates, heralding the advent of Deificus. As this transformation progresses, a spectacle of unprecedented magnitude occurs in the firmament above. The newly-born star, radiant with luminosity, ignites the night, casting a brilliance that challenges the splendor of day. Yet, as dawn approaches, this celestial wonder recedes from the star-studded canopy, ascending beyond the realms of the astral plane.
With Felith's evolution, its Domain ascends simultaneously. The star of manifestation experiences its own transcendence, crossing the boundaries of the astral realm and venturing into unexplored territories of the mental plane. In this domain, universal laws, physical constraints, and astral limitations have no command over this celestial entity. It has exceeded its prior state as a mere star, blooming into a fully-realized universe—the Idea World.
Within the infinite expanse of the Idea World, possibilities are boundless, unshackled by the restraints of logic or the limitations of reality. It is a domain where the most extraordinary dreams and inconceivable creations manifest. Here, nature's laws are sculpted by whims of thought and the strength of imagination. Gravity is a mere notion, time is fluid and adaptable, and the borders of existence merge into a fantastical canvas of limitless potential.
In this ethereal dimension, the Idea World, concepts within the minds of beings materialize with striking clarity and tangible essence. Ideas adopt form, resonating through the fabric of reality as concrete entities. It is a world where creativity and inspiration reign supreme, a realm where innovation and imagination converge to mold the fabric of existence itself.
Within the Idea World, vast landscapes unfold, each more fantastical than the last. Majestic mountains of crystalline grandeur reach toward the skies, while extensive valleys are adorned with luminous flora, pulsating with radiant hues. Rivers of liquid starlight traverse the terrain, carrying the essence of untamed imagination. Mysterious creatures, born of dreams and ideas fusion, roam freely, personifying the boundless creativity of the minds that spawned them.
Time within the Idea World is a fluid concept, changing and bending to will. Moments elongate into infinity, allowing boundless exploration and contemplation, while eras can pass in an instant. It is a domain where time is but an instrument to be controlled, where past, present, and future amalgamate into a mesmerizing tableau of possibilities.
In the Idea World, the demarcation between reality and fantasy blurs, and the unthinkable becomes attainable. One can traverse dimensions, surpass mortal limitations, and delve into the deepest recesses of knowledge and understanding. It is a realm that beckons adventurers and visionaries, offering a canvas where grand visions can be depicted and audacious aspirations can materialize.
In the defining blink of existence, the consciousness of the white Deificus blends seamlessly with its Idea World. A ferocious duel persists, body and spirit locked in mortal combat against the nightmare visage of the malevolent chrysalis. Every punishing strike of the white Deificus, in its eightieth onslaught, orchestrates a symphony of destruction on the adversary's physical and spiritual embodiment.
No longer confined within the limitations of body and spirit, the nascent Deificus breaks through the barriers of existence. Its perception widens, encapsulating all aspects of creation from a divine vantage point. It beholds the vast panorama of existence, yet remains aloof, its essence no longer tethered to this realm.
In the climactic eightieth round, a thunderous right straight kick releases a cataclysmic force, exceeding an incomprehensible magnitude of forty-nine undecillion units of cosmic power. A spectacle of awe-inspiring destruction ensues, its intensity resonating through the cosmos. Yet, for the white Deificus, this cataclysmic spectacle holds no inherent value. Its immense power is reduced to a mere illusion, a visual display devoid of true significance.
Finally, the enigma behind the macabre cocoon's immortality is revealed. His relentless attacks bear the power to obliterate not only physical forms but also the ethereal essence of its adversaries. This fierce onslaught bears an unexpected consequence — the nightmarish humanoid loses an arm, only to regenerate it effortlessly, as if untouched.
The macabre cocoon had ensnared all in its web of illusion, leading them to believe in the image of its limitless arms, seemingly impervious to the onslaught of the white Deificus. But the truth unveils itself — the entity lacks the capacity to utilize its myriad arms for defense. Its apparent invincibility crumbles under scrutiny.
In reality, when the entity's essence is sundered and its existence annihilated, it swiftly assumes a new form within the mental plane, where its arms are shattered and lost. From this fractured state, it resurfaces, returning to its original position. This enigma suggests an innate capacity to defend against the assaults directed at it, crafting an illusion of invulnerability.
Furthermore, its mental form becomes cloaked in ethereal threads of resplendent golden light — the elusive strands of karma. This mystical tapestry bestows upon it the power to veil and deceive, obscuring the perception of its deception. Even the deities dwelling within the mental plane can fall victim to this optical illusion, their omniscience momentarily shrouded and misled.
Without the enigmatic luminescence emanating from the causal plane and the intricate chains of karma woven by the Ever Force, the white Deificus would struggle to discern the truth. The potency of the golden threads of karma possesses the magnitude to momentarily cloud the perception of those beings who transcend the collective karma, those existing within the causal plane.
Truth be told, he is clueless about the nature of this entity and the enigmatic power it wields. And why would it launch an attack on him immediately following his birth? Nonetheless, his current imperative is to annihilate it before anything emerges from the eldritch cocoon. The threads of karma enveloping the cocoon stand as testament to its strength—a force of unmatched potency within the boundless expanse of the mental plane, potentially surpassing even his own nascent power.
But how can he effectively dismantle this enigmatic enigma? Ah, inspiration strikes with sudden clarity!
"Fracture," he breathes, a hushed invocation of the command of Imperadomini. It no longer resonates in the ether around him, but from the depths of his being, a directive echoed with unwavering resolve. Without the ostentation of a grand spectacle, the dire cocoon yields to oblivion, its tripartite form — physical, astral, and mental — succumbing to the inexorable wave of dissolution.
In the infinite expanse of the mental plane, conflicts rage like a storm of thoughts, governed solely by the indomitable spirit of the mind. Here, the physical realm is powerless, for the battleground is cleansed of its tangible influence. It transforms into an arena where ideologies duel, where the strength of conviction and the power of resolve reign supreme.
To the celestial beings who inhabit this ethereal plane, concepts such as power and strength bear no inherent meaning. They are the sculptors of reality, the stewards of existence, and the sovereigns of their respective realms. In this domain, they define the very essence and significance of concepts, shaping the boundaries of the possible and the meaningful.
Within the weave of the mental plane, the celestial beings understand that the value of ideas surpasses mere quantitative metrics. It transcends the confines of numerical calculations, delving into the depths of subjective perception. Here, the worth of an idea isn't determined by its sheer magnitude but by the ripple it sends through the collective consciousness.
Picture a realm where infinities converge, where the horizon of one's thoughts extends beyond the limits of comprehension. It's a domain where celestial beings engage in a clash of ideologies, each asserting their infinity to be more resplendent, contending for supremacy amid the chaotic collision of perspectives.
In this relentless confrontation, the key to victory lies not in brute force but in resilience. It's the capacity to endure the endless assault of opposing ideas and remain steadfast in adversity. The celestial beings, with unwavering conviction, strive to ground themselves amidst the turbulent whirlpool of thoughts, carving a path forward with a resolute purpose.
Yet, another factor shaping the outcome of these mental conflicts is karma. It's the cosmic force that transcends the realm of thoughts, existing beyond the confines of mere concepts. Those with stronger karmic bonds are more deeply rooted in something, making it harder for their opponent's thoughts to sway or influence them. It is this anchoring to their convictions and ties that fortifies them to withstand and persist against opposition.
At this juncture, the white Deificus stands as the true deity, adorned with a tangible Mental Body and an eternal chain of karma from the Ever Force. Conversely, the grotesque cocoon, existing within this ethereal plane, is but a feeble husk, devoid of battle prowess, serving only as a fragile shield against impending doom. The outcome of this clash was predestined, its resolution anticipated from the very onset.
The cocoon disintegrates, layer by layer. Its physical form decays into dust, its astral essence dissipates into spectral mists, and its mental architecture unfurls like an ancient tapestry ravaged by the relentless march of time. There are no flamboyant visual theatrics, only the serene fading of a once formidable entity into oblivion.
As the moment of victory unfolds, the protracted battle, seemingly timeless, reaches a sudden climax. The high-stakes standoff is resolved in a single heartbeat. Yet, amidst this victory, the white Deificus is acutely aware of the looming ramifications. The premature awakening of his Mental Body calls for cautious contemplation, for its rash activation could give birth to unforeseeable perils. From this decisive turning point, he must embark on a journey of rigorous preparation.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
PhantomObserver
PhantomObserver Writing a cosmic battle that goes beyond the physical realm is indeed challenging. I understand why most novels tend to rely on determining the outcome based on who has greater numerical power.
Finally, the battle comes to an end, lasting longer than I had anticipated by several chapters.
There are about 2-3 more chapters left before it concludes. This short spin-off novel is nearly complete, so now I can focus on writing the main novel.
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