"Power, or Powers like me- Time, you see we are just part of the Three Great Proofs that help things stay together, coherent and whole. We make the rules and are the rules of the Omniverse.
For example, when nothing used to move and everything was inert I didn't exist! Infact I didn't even exist in the Creation Era. I came into existence in the Era of Power, just after it.
But I see you are not really looking for such this type of fundamental answer, no you are looking even deeper!
Let's get you your answer, the Power you speak of, comes back together to us in the end. But there is a difference, for Power exists everywhere, and in everything! There are no limits to Power! And they might even exist without existing at all!
Oh your look gives me the "Get to the point!" vibes. Good good, those who appreciate Time are all Great people, I would know!
Okay I'll make it short. Because of such a nature we Powers were pretty much conflicting each other in our beginning.
As a result the Named Worlds, of that Time, called forth a conference, and gave Names to us, it was a very long and arduous process, but it's also the reason why any of this can even work.
The Time of back then, dubbed it the Era of Names.
Yes, Names are what distinguishes and gives a proper definition to a Power, without that we are just concepts, to be used or interpreted as however one wishes."
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"I will kill every last female Avatar here today. Pick a God and start praying, Goddesses no longer exist afterall."
A DistortedReality, Shattered Worlds and mangled corpses of countless Avatars as far as the eye can see.
A half broken Hourglass lays buried, almost empty with cosmos-sized sand grains, leaving through its cracked surface into a unknown place.
Several ginormous constructs are present, having somehow reached this place, releasing an incomprehensible aura that can be felt from all around, of which—A Black Jagged Pillar, the Kite made of Light, and the Great Hall of Progression, that looks like a 'museum', only these three are standing in pristine condition.
The battlefield of Dharma was supposed to be where He was prophesized to fall, but so far, there has been no such indication.
But we can't go back, it's either us, or Him. He has to be ended today, even if the Omniverse collapses, maybe even that won't be enough.
In the Sky, shattered Heavenly bodies float, like mini suns revolving around the One True Sun, reflecting it's light and giving the illusion of 8 Bright Stars around it.
Even then, the Dark Moon has covered almost 3/4th of the The Sun, as a result the heavenly bodies are losing their light source and are gradually swallowed in the darkness.
The phases of this Eclipse are perhaps the only way for making out the Time passed, for Time was the first Power to fall, it's sacrifice is the reason we are approaching the Promised Time.
From my Avatar's viewpoint, this must be her final moments, soon she will be completely wiped out from existence, and there's nothing anyone can do stop it.
As The Dark Moon eclipses almost all of the Sun. Fortunately or unfortunately, all except my Avatar perished into nothingness. Ripped apart from their very essence, history and Status.
All Worlds present here and those who are capable, had no choice but to watch and 'understand' what happened.
The process by which the disintegration of existence begins, and ends.
The Realm of various Worlds following the Path of Destruction or Separation probably- no they have increased significantly, I can tell it.
Anything that happens in this place, has that sort of Inevitablity, a Proof that cannot be ignored.
Finally, a figure approaches my Avatar, and in turn me, even with all the Spatial Properties I muster, I cannot stop His advance.
I feel a surge of enlightenments and development in the various Path of Powers I walk as Properties. The closer He comes, the more it feels like I am redefined.
He looks like an ordinary human. A race as isolated as any other, before they weren't. Though because of that nobody can be sure what an 'ordinary human' is supposed to be anymore.
Every movement of His has something complete, as if except Him, nothing is real, and ultimately worthless. Anything he interacts with gains a fraction of His completeness.
The only thing that feels missing or unknown is naturally His origin, the moment I think of this-
The Eclipse is completed.
Darkness descends.
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What is happening?
The crystal I trapped the Anomaly in is showing an abnormal reaction, it's still concentrated at a very short space, but it's concerning that just after losing its position, such a situation appears.
Still it's still almost at the center, close to the Anomaly's position so, it probably makes no difference, it will take forever before-
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The connection with the Crystal has disappeared...
As the World tries to understand what exactly happened, it stops. A very ominous feeling creeps up, it's not like an Avatars', in the first place, it doesn't have a single Avatar at this point anymore.
It's close to a memory, for a World's memory has a more intimate connection to their History. So they can't ignore it and decide to observe from afar.
As it would turn out, it was the right decision, as the Crystal's structure and makeup complete changes, it's shape changing in morbid patterns, until it becomes an unrecognisable space that cannot be classified as Space anymore.
But that's just the start.
From what the World assumes to be the surface of this new space, as if opening a curtain, a hand emerges, behind it, countless such spread curtain layers can be made out.
Shiver
It's not that they are able to make out the shape of parts of this new space but its the hand that feels more recognisable, it has a form, and it's interaction with the unrecognisable space, is what they saw.
Before they can even try to retaliate—chop— they feel a familiar sensation run through them.
It's the ripping of existence, their History tries to keep them together, but it's like a hole has been torn, a hole that cannot be closed anymore.
They accept it, they have gone through worse afterall.
Property - Tear
They immediately tear away that portion of their Existence, including the Space, that is just about to corrupted by the new space.
Everything including the hand and it's full body, almost about to come out, is thrown out along with the corrupted space, into somewhere that even the World is unaware of.