The Absolute Dimension loomed—a realm of pure negation, its doorway a void of unasked questions. Nexarion's form pulsed with All-Known energy, prime particles orbiting him like electrons.
"Ready?" he asked Lumina, her essence now a flicker within him.
"No," she whispered. "Do it anyway."
They crossed the threshold.
The Final Battle
The Whispering Void awaited, its null-storm body fused with Absolute energy. "You are mine, little god!"
The clash erased multiverses:
The Void unraveled Nexarion's threads, each severed strand erasing a dimensional layer.
Nexarion retaliated with reborn truths, forging new realities mid-strike.
Lumina anchored him, her voice cutting through the chaos: "Remember the star-whale! Remember the hunger!"
Nexarion remembered.
Transcendence
He stopped fighting.
The Void's null-storm froze. "What… are you doing?"
"Existing," Nexarion said.
His form dissolved into Absolute Singularity—a convergence of existence, nonexistence, and every concept between. The Void's attacks passed through him, meaningless.
"You… transcended?" the Void hissed.
"No," Nexarion replied. "I became."
With a thought, he unwove the Void, its null-storm dissolving into silence.
The Absolute Dimension was not a realm but a truth—the immutable answer to the Similarity's question. Nexarion lingered at its core, his essence now the foundation of all that was and could be.
Lumina's voice echoed within him: "What now?"
He smiled, though he no longer had a face. "Now… we begin."
Nexarion:
- Drank the Similarity's loneliness.
- Swallowed Chaos's final spite. And rewrote all of existence and nonexistence every concept transcending them and becoming one with all concepts
The hunger remained—not a void, but a melody, eternal and evolving.
Final Line
"And so, the song found its singer, the silence its answer, and the hunger… its feast."