With the stairs finally over... Being over limit's of what the human eye could see, it was liminal and ambient of what a kingdom could really be at it's true potential. The sound was ambient, slow and haunting ... As we finally follow and entered through the halls with the sound's of footsteps of the knights and me. Echoing through the room and ceiling as it was furnished and clean
Empty... As white guard's stand by the gate's like statues of sculpture by the side of the wide halls and rooms, bowing against the black knight's with there drills sheath over floating on there hand downward, as the gate's opened creakingly with weight.
With even more stair's was lead below... As I was getting tired of it, of how many hallway and stair's i would be going some goes to ascent, descent into deeper layer's of the sanctuary spiraling as it with finally going to the deepest layer of the kingdom...
Finally at a large dark purple room's are statues of white haired people with knight's of spiraling armor taller then the White King, as there sword's, hammers, crossbows, reapers, and a person with a shield... All of them with a white crown with also were wearing white shining armor, exception of two with the first at the last having a suit and a minimalistic suit and from what I can seem to see is a dark glasses of a person.
As he wears no weapon nor armor.. But a black toxido and a black leather pants. And at the center was a shining crystal of a star for each of them... below the walls. And the second person having a black hair and a blue cape and a minimalistic armor and a sword.
The guard's opened one more gate's as what I can see is finally the third sanctuary as a large glass was reflecting agains us with only the reflection of light against one of a bookshelp with the window cascading a shining lumiscent 99 Shadow against us..
[Forever]
With a single opened bookcase as a book was opened against at the center as I tried to read it...
A Story
Of a long lineage of descendant's with the bloodline of the original one, made by the creator herself the being who is Olam with which also the being the universe who is having the title Mamlakhah Hiromeru, who has live and become this world since the beginning in this creation. The first creation of the descendant with the task of stability and structure of this world, the second was the protection from the outside hyperscape and to repel the unnatural void, and the last... The third is the hollow vessel... Which is the creator's own vessel to interact to this world. To have fun, to find value and meaning, of having it's own identity being it's avatar.
As the Knight's just look's away from it...
With a white knight by my side. "This is the last..."..
With hundred's of light cloaked people powering against the void... As the platform was largen to an extreme being the size of cities, as halls of hollowed cement of tower's and chains holding it together as a spark of energy was lighting it up, as a large abominable beast with hundred's of eye's and the teeths opening, with it's face having the face of a crocodile... and furry leather floating against the air.
Automaton's with spears bowed against us... Pointing there spears at the center.
As another gate was opened with a large automaton hundreds of them pulling against ton's of magic's chains, and with it by four sections of black orbs pulsating powering against the channel of a circular floating portal was made... As I widen my eye's being familiar, as outer rings were being structured out of the portal, metalloids and cascading rings...
As tessaracts was floating between the portal as it vibrate's and with an instense energy...
As the knight stand behind adam... "May your journey be succeed..."
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Adam sighed, the breath leaving him in a slow, tired huff as he closed his eyes before the violet portal. He trusted it—trusted that everything would be fine, even if he did not fully understand why. With a simple flick of his finger, the air rippled, and suddenly there were two Adams standing side by side.
"Now… you know," Rehan sighed, relief finally loosening her posture as she crossed her arms. She floated forward, passing cleanly through him, then waved at the other Rehan that mirrored her movement. That Rehan waved back.
"Yeah…" Adam murmured.
He stepped inside.
And then—
…
…
A quiet voice.
There was only one figure in the endless white space. A single person stood there, turned slightly away, smiling gently at nothing at all. Her hands were clasped behind her back as she faced the infinite, liminal whiteness surrounding us. A soft lullaby drifted through the air, a delicate melody carried by something like a lyre, accompanied by faint hums, distant beeps, and the static warmth of everything itself.
Her body was entirely black, monochrome and absolute, her clothes the same—boots, fabric, socks, form—all stripped of color. Her skin, however, was impossibly pale, white beyond comparison. She wore short leather shorts, standing there calmly, smiling at me without effort.
We were everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
"Hello there."
…
"Im afraid this is the only form you could see..."
Rehan could see nothing. There was nothing for her to perceive.
"Adam, where are we!?"
The short-haired girl smiled, aware of Rehan's presence even though Rehan could not see her. "Gotta put her to sleep," she said casually.
And just like that—no gesture, no sound—the chip embedded within Adam's brain deactivated. All processing collapsed back into him at once. His legs gave out, and he fell hard to the floor, his eyes wide with dread and confusion.
"What—! Is this a joke!?" he shouted, forcing himself up and stumbling toward her, stopping just inches from her face. She smiled, empty and unreadable. "Where am I!?"
She only smiled, silently.
Then, without warning, a chair of pure white marble formed beside me, followed by a matching table—smooth, immaculate, untouched by shadow. She sat as though it had always been there. No gesture, no pause, not even a thought passing between moments—and a cup of tea appeared upon the table, steam rising softly.
I remained standing for a second before sitting down opposite her.
"I don't drink tea."
She smiled as she took her seat as her dark eye's grinned. "I know. You never really tried tea...It was too costly" Her eyes lifted to mine, amused. "Your favorites were burgers and pizza, weren't they?"
Adam said nothing.
"You never had the money to buy them," she continued calmly, " you were afraid you'd gain weight if you did... Afraid of your mortality, and also your future"
A burger appeared on the table, wrapped neatly, as if it had been there from the beginning.
Before I could think, I opened it and ate. The taste was real—warm, familiar, grounding. The moment I set it down, it vanished, leaving no wrapper, no crumbs, no proof it had ever existed.
"…Why am I here?" I asked quietly.
She tilted her head slightly, resting her hands together on the table.
"Did you like my story?"
Realization set through me.. With a thought... Of what she implied...
Adams teeth clenched as panic rose in his chest as he stand's up the chair and table already dissapeared. "Was all of it a joke? Everything that happened… everything!" He stared at his hands, trembling. "Manori… the White King… the scape—was it all fake? Just a story?"
She remained silent.
"…Are you done thinking?" she asked at last.
A moment passed.
Then she gently patted his head.
"No. It was not."
Her voice did not travel through air. It did not vibrate, echo, or transmit as sound should. It simply was. The world itself could not comprehend it, as if the concept of sound did not apply to her at all. And yet Adam understood her perfectly. The presence of her voice settled into him directly, bypassing every law he knew. It comforted him.
"I placed my Core upon that girl," she continued. "I was Manori… and Mai… and yet not entirely either. The Hollow Vessel. Through Mai's birth, my seed took root. My power flowed into her world, and through her dreams, a reality existed and was shaped... Spreading."
Adam covered his face, laughter breaking out—thin, cracked, and miserable. His shoulders shook as confusion overwhelmed him.
"What is going on…?" he muttered. "Why me? Why me?" His hands dropped weakly. "What the hell is happening…"
She reached down and lifted him effortlessly, steadying him.
"Do not be afraid," she said gently. "I adore you. I am the Primordial out of the Omniverse, something... That doesnt belong in anything—one who creates worlds throughout the Multiverse."
She placed something into his hands: a small doll, a plush shaped like her. For the first time, her expression changed. The emotionless smile softened into something real—something warm.
"And this will remain with you," she said. "It will never be corrupted. Not in any universe."
Adam looked out into the endless white expanse, the infinite scape stretching without boundary.
"…What now?" he asked quietly.
"There is truly nothing more," she replied. "Now go. Be a hero, Electi."
In an instant—
Adam was in the Fairies' Chamber.
He stood there weakly, the doll still clutched in his hand.
To be continued.
In the temporary space.
A voice was heared. "You will remain untouched adam... You may change, but continuity will follow you whenever you go"
"Just as it always happen from the Past...Present and Future"
As she look's at you the reader. "Isn't that right?"
She lay upon the ground, her body pure white against the endless expanse—yet in the same instant, as though the act itself had never occurred, she was already standing again. There was no motion between the two states, no transition the mind could grasp. One moment she was there, fallen. The next, upright, unchanged.
As she fall's completely to the unknown... And the scape vanish
"I can't believe someone is still above me," she said quietly. "No matter how powerful a fictional being becomes… I am still beneath the mind of that person." Her voice wavered, and a weak laugh escaped her lips. "And yet… that person is a mortal."
She lifted her gaze—not toward Adam, but beyond him.
Toward the reader.
Her expression softened, something fragile passing through her eyes for the briefest moment.
"You better take care of yourself."