"They pick up another paper and try to siphon it out, but in a matter of seconds, as if feeding on it, it grows and starts covering more of the paper dying it black.
The way it does so, is strange yet has a order in it, for it only outgrows radially like a circle, growing outwards.
The center of this circle- the inconsequential dot, and also it's starting position can still be immediately made out for some reason, even in the deep dark circle.
As if no matter what happens that point alone will never vanish.
The circle grows no matter where the paper is placed, and even after removing it away, the edges of the paper that have turned black continue to grow in the shape of an arc, acting as a conduit for the dark circles's growth, beyond just the first paper.
They crumple it up, making sure not to touch the dark parts and try to do the same to the first paper, but to their horror, their pen is still there, the paper surface it's on, covered by darkness already.
Though it doesn't seem to be affected by it. While hesitating at first, eventually they try to pick it up as it feels safe, as in they don't feel any threat, in fact—
Swipe(Empty)
They don't even feel anything.
The Pen is engraved on the paper."
...
I can't understand the intricacies of this recreation of Proof of Existence.
A Dark Blob is growing at an extraordinary ratebefore my eyes.
In the Dharma War, it was only because of the Prophesized Moment, that the Proof of Existences were 'recycled' endlessly, creating a relentless army, that even the Demonic Lords could do nothing about.
Before then, no matter what one did, the same Existence could never be brought back.
As someone whose Status has changed, I knows I can no longer go back to my previous existence, and can only progress forward as this new existence.
Even if one tried to collect and record their entire History, their Status transformed into a Power-
A Law of the Omniverse or even carve their name in a part of History for everyone to see, feel and remember.
It's just no-
Looking at the strange sensation, that settles into words that I can understand, I feel it is a very unusual and interesting system.
It took me some time to properly convey my intentions there. I don't know how exactly I sound but it should be fine since I don't see any inconsistency in our chats.
"Yes, in a minute!"
I am still quite a bit away from my quota, but I guess I'll have to lock in and get the prep done, well even if it fails, I can just back out, and try again...someday.
This connection as far as I understand was formed when the Anomaly did that chop— and the Space, it malfunctioned and due to nature of Convergence, everything inside it was connected to my existence to merge with me, as a result me and the Anomaly both faced the consequences.
I have observed it's behaviour and it was probably pretty confident in that Dimensional Phaser of his.
But it probably wasn't expecting to run into a Path of Power like mine. The same goes for me too though.
As Itravel as an illusioary phenomenon, I make sure to cover as much of the compressed fractalised space undergoing more fractalizarion- endlessly zooming in with no end in sight.
Though the Space-Solidification along with the property of Minimization helps the World contract everything limitlessly it does not have any effect on an existence like
At the 'top' of this Compressed Space, a short haired girl in a butler outfit, can be seen even this deep inside the Space-Crystal by her.
The girl's dress code has changed slightly from before, but it's effect and aura is as if the difference between a planet and a supernova.
The World only reacted after everything went down the drain, so even with its own experience from the War, it wasn't able to detect the Anamoly, 'He' is indeed much different from the typical ones we've encountered in this World.
She goes through thousands of such compressed spaces, deeper and deeper, as if waiting or searching for something in this infinitely folded space.
Something inside her is growing the more she travels in this Space, a Premonition is forming, getting more real.
Little by little, she does her own part, in the escape they planned together.
Looking back, it started when I encountered that hole. It came out and seemingly posed as a simple male merchant who was going to the Capital, expecting to get a ride if 'he' was lucky.
Antariskadidn't really find anything strange, neither did I, in the first place- I am not a proper New Avatar.
Before long, she starts making new possible variations of folds, the other paths or ways to fold the Space that could have been chosen by the World, those seemingly lost opportunities start forming inside her as a knowledge-tree.
The more she extends herself to expand the lost choices, the more she is able to understand and imitate the overall Path.
Antariska, my designate didn't know that and only knew about what is known by every Hero who participated in the War —
That New Avatars would be the key players as well as the pieces who would connect or form the new Era.
But with my real Power-System—Convergence, I could deduce and take apart anything, merging them to my existence, and their History.
So in a way I was not that different from a New Avatar, even my potential, easily fits in this generation's New Avatars that could rival that of the First Avatars.
Soon, she gains a momentum as she manifests a new path, almost identical to the Path of Space Solidification, but with the properties Stick, Cooling and the special property - Minimization.
"Okay, it's ready."
After becoming a new existence, all her earlier accumulations in her Path, seems to have disappeared, no they have returned back to Zero.
Now, she can walk those Paths again, but in a very different way compared to before, for this time she is paving and walking those Paths herself.
But now, I wonder if a Pure New Avatar, would've been able to understand 'his' essence better. If not for the very obvious clue, even I would be helpless without any evidence.
Using the new Path that she has developed, she formed a model of how the Fractals could evolve over time, and transfer this information to 'him', she doesn't understand how exactly she is connected to him, but it is enough to know she can use her information to affect 'him' somehow.
Scribble(x?)
From one point, almost as small as a dot from afar, the Dark Blob separates, and branches into countless dark lines.
These lines quickly cover a huge portion of the current layer and go down one succeeding fractal each, disappearing from view.
Right now, it feels like it has regressed back to before it first appeared as a dot, it simply cannot be compressed further but it can be folded and minimized till out of sight.
With that one of the problems the World had to deal with — it's endless expansion that only grows exponentially the more Space it covers— goes away, but with relief comes room for more potential trouble.
It has now truly become invisible, the World will not be able to feel him or his position and his progress anymore.
Now it's my turn.