Ashmole.
An old man holding terrifying origins, with his existence searching for the very Origins of Existence themselves!
"Why do different Omniverses produce similar lifeforms but with different Sources of Existence? Why is the humanoid form of Existence the most prevalent, and yet with the weakest beginnings and values? Why…"
Questions flowed freely from this being as he seemed to be recalling everything he wanted to answer.
After going on like this for a while, he shook his head and locked his gaze on Noah once more.
Another Fable of someone nearly as broken as Noah begins! It's title- The Empyreal Gem Master!
First chapter should be out, and more shall come!
Tomorrow's working chapter titles: The Commonwealth! V & VI