'An Avatar is a special being.'
'The Will of the World', they say.
Since the start of my existence, I could remember everything that happened.
The thumping of my mother's heartbeat, the carefully picked nutrition coming through her, the pain and anguish she withheld, while carrying me inside her body.
I could feel my mother growing weaker, each passing day, as I felt myself growing, for a healthier and stronger foundation.
Yes, that's what I am, an investment, that this World wanted to make, to capitalize on the trend of New Avatars.
It wanted a New Avatar, as soon as possible, there cannot be more than one in an era, since the Avatar is essentially the World itself, the only uniqueness being its belief, and the option of being able to choose a Path.
As such I was made to choose a path very similar to my World's but not quite the same. Only Worlds with a conciousness on the verge of formimg a Name, actively pursue such diversions from their original path, for they have already reached the peak of their Path by then.
And only a New Avatar choosing a New Path, not restricted by its rules, can take it to that realm. Becoming an existence among existences, it's Proof of Existence becomes eternally etched into the ever-increasing 'History'.
But in this New Era, where new Power-systems are appearing more frequently each passing moment, it's only a matter of time before, these developed Worlds get a name.
After that, they won't need Avatars, as they can descend into the World, with their own name, in any shape or form. All who live inside them, become a part of their Status.
Just for a simple Name, they wait for eons, cultivating civilizations, life and death cycles, developing and progressing until they get it, their own Name.
But I was not given that privilege.
An Avatar, in the end is still a solitary existence unlike the vast World it is often compared to. It can naturally choose to walk its own Path, if ever given the chance, a name is only natural.
There were countless such cases, when Avatars rebelled against their World, even while being the most close to its essence, what an irony.
The Demon King being the most dreadful one. A Named World fell to his hands, his first one among many, as well as his Birth place.
But not all Avatars, can decide to do so at any moment.
It has to be a newly born existence- not having any influence from the previous Avatars's. If it follows the World's Path, and accumulates enough of its History with the World's, it will no longer have the option of its own path further.
That is why I...who was born from an Avatars's womb, cannot have a name, I am already a part of this World. But...
That makes me the closest being to my World, and what I inherited from my Mother, gives me an edge here.
The story of the Demon King's break is widely known, it's not because nobody or any World didn't thought of hiding it, but because it cannot be hidden. It's etched in 'History', of every World in existence.
Any Avatar is free to unravel it, even at birth, nothing can stop it.
The cold but warm gaze of my mother's, as she assimilated into the World, is the most painful event I have experienced since birth.
Because I developed my Power-system, by absorbing her body, History and Status whole.
I am not a creation of the World, nor did I choose to walk on the same path, I just absorbed my mother's, as a result the World's Path was engraved on my Status.
All that's left is my History. But, the World in a hurry to create a New Avatar, strong enough to forge a New Path, didn't check twice.
To it my power would seem similar to it's own Path of Space Solidification- To stop space itself, as if it were a flowing river, and 'cool' it down to form crystals that can be stored and slowly used to form a 'cooling' effect, a form of invisible energy hidden inside space, only the effect can be felt, as the energy itself is not visible or sensible.
My New expected Path of Power should be- Path of Spaceblowing-
Just like Space Solidification, I can freeze or solidify space, but at the same time I can also 'heat'it.
Unlike water to ice, solidifying space is like changing its property to 'stick together' one region of space and contracting it a whole lot, until it forms a space-crystal.
It would take millions of light years of space to get a pinky sized Space Stone of the lowest quality.
But with the ability of 'heating' I can increase the 'temperature' of the already formed crystal, it takes time for the space to expand back, as its property was changed to 'stick', all while it was contracted to such a small point.
Now, it starts to expand and resembles 'molten glass' just recently achieving a good enough state to mold.
I then 'blow' it and change its shape from a crystal that can only be used as an energy reserve where most of it is dispersed and seeps back into space-
To any form I desire, with countless ways to use it, as a weapon, as a container, an isolation chamber, or even both as a producer and a perfectly isolated contianer to keep the invisible energy hidden in space inside it.
But my Path of Power is far from this-
The Demon King's method of breaking it's chains- that bounds every single existence to its Named World.
A Path of Power that rivals that of a King's!-
Path of Convergence!
A Path that defines an Era!
To reach the realm of Supremacy across all Worlds, one must walk the Path that defined an Era in the past, and one who surpasses that-
Someone who finds a path that can define an entire New Era -
A Path-Finder.
Through this achievement alone, she will eventually get herself a name.
Even without the World-Merging,
She would've kept merging with her World, gain a name, then go for other Worlds.
But the Worlds began to merge, and provided a way to absorb other Power-Systems so early in her journey.
Its as if the World is telling me that this is My Era.
But when she laid eyes on that 'thing', she felt uncertain, nobody would know for sure, but this was the first time, she felt such a sensation, this dreadful omen of a New Avatar.
"First let me finish it...-!"
Chop
Crack
A veiny line of mosaic extends up my arm through the finger, that used to carry the Crimson Ender.
Shivwr
I try to converge it with my property, an ability that has never failed me even before a Path of Corruption's Avatar.
"Arghhh!"
It only seems to amplify the distortion of the mosaic effect, soon reaching my chest and neck.
"Noo-no...I sstill aheave t o so mmuch hh tto d-do-"
The Red Crystal reduces to a dot
[-100000 AP]
BOOM!