Arceus hovered above Little Garden, the winds of the continent swirling beneath him, elemental currents brushing past like strands of a living tapestry. He no longer needed to test his abilities. He knew their breadth, their precision, their limitless potential.
He turned his attention to a singular purpose: a space where he could exist without limitation. Not merely a territory, but a universe of his own.
And so he left into the infinite void that carries the everything With a thought, the first threads of existence stretched outward. Space folded upon itself, time began to flow, and laws of reality formed at his will. A void appeared, infinite yet ordered, waiting for the touch of creation.
He reached into his Primordial Creation, drawing the raw energy of existence into his grasp. Stars ignited like sparks in his palm, galaxies spun into being at the edge of his vision, and entire dimensions unfolded as though they had been waiting only for him. The process was effortless. Creation responded directly to thought, flowing from him as naturally as breath.
He shaped the laws that would govern his universe. Gravity, light, energy, and the flow of time followed the logic he imposed. Cosmic currents twisted through space, forming stable structures where planets, stars, and oceans could eventually exist. The void itself seemed alive, resonating with the harmonics of his authority.
Mountains of unimaginable scale rose in thought alone. Oceans of liquid energy swirled beneath skies tinted by the palette of his design. A river of time started to flow. Every layer of this universe existed as a precise reflection of his intent.
He moved through his creation with effortless grace. Space, time, and energy responded to him directly. Every fluctuation, every motion, every ripple was under his control.
This universe became a home—a sanctuary, a base of operations, and a foundation for everything yet to come. Within it, he could prepare, experiment, and shape the future before turning his attention back to Little Garden.
And so it was done. A universe of his own design, a perfect canvas upon which he could build without interference, ready for the next stage of his plan.