This land, this endless plain should have been nothingness, but his dimensional flesh existed here, becoming something where nothing should be, and its presence had created this endless plain.
A mortal and even most immortal would find this thought process impossible to visualize. How could something exist when there was supposed to be nothing? Fundamentally, Rowan’s dimension was nothing, yet it held something.
Rowan’s consciousness touched this plain, feeling the endless possibilities within, to be shaped according to his Will, and he knew that his previous plan about separating his realm into three districts patterned after each of his bloodlines would no longer work here, he would be stupid if he continued considering his prospect to be reduced to such a level.
Creating three districts would be short-sighted when this land… his Origin Land was one of endless possibilities.
Everything here was a new beginning, a chance to rebuild something greater than he had ever imagined, as his dimension was no longer constrained to the limits of his bloodline.
Rowan tried not to be distracted by the immensity of the realm, as he asked himself an important question, what was to be his foundation? How does he craft something that would not just match the systems of the Primordial, but exceed them? How could he hope to do something like that?
Closing himself to everything, his consciousness sat down on the endless plain and he began to think.
He pulled up his Primordial Record and began to deeply analyze everything about him, from his Class to his Wills, Titles, abilities, and many more. Rowan pulled up every memory he had of the Primordials, what he knew about their origin and then a thought occurred to him and he sent a message to the Primordial Record,
"It is time that you tell me about Singularities and where they come from."
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VYRAAK DOMINION.
This great universe was already dead, but her body still had life. Kicking and flailing into oblivion, the death cry of the universe’s Will rippled out towards all of creation, mourning not just for herself, but the countless children she had been nurturing, for this universe was among one of the oldest and the greatest in all of existence, but today it was falling.
The blood of its ancient defenders had deemed out countless stars, and their souls did not rest in peace; their cries were unending. However, they did not give up, even as their number thinned from trillions to merely millions; they never stopped fighting; even when they knew that their home was gone, they continued their battle, their cries merging with those of the dead.
Diane, the Handmaiden of the Creator did not know that dragons could cry. The sound was… haunting.
What she found to be extremely unsettling was not the battle, but how quickly everything was coming to an end, how fast destruction could rip through creation.
In battles of the higher realm, Diane had always expected that a universe should fall if they were caught in the crossfire, but only after eons of combat and bloodshed, she always felt that something so massive, should not be able to die in just a few days, it was simply too big, but she was learning that she was wrong when the powerful forces in all of reality gathered to wage war, the symphony of destruction does not take long to reach its crescendo.
Unlike normal gods in a universe where most could not even reach the level of God Kings and if there were ever a God Emperor, they would leave the lower dimensional realm behind and never return or even consider the thought, as most God Emperors were born towards the end of a universe, as it was at that moment where a god could easily gain enlightenment of their Will and grasp a Stream of Time.
The first God Emperor of this realm was a Supreme genius that could only be found once in an Era, he used an uncommonly short time to become a God Emperor, and when he left the universe, he did not go far from it, instead, he hovered over his universe, shading them from countless calamities, and he took it upon himself to train up the draconic gods with potential to reach his level.
He brought about a time of endless peace, prosperity, and progress for his universe, and his actions were so great that even the Will of the Universe acknowledged him, it was said that when the Will decided to ask the God Emperor to make a wish that the Will would be able to fulfill, the God Emperor had wished for the Will to give him the ability to help the elevation of the universe so that it would be easier for his fellow gods to become Emperors.
Many unique occurrences happened in reality, and one of such happened here, for this universe out of its own volition, chose to place its Will and destiny in the hands of Vyraak, casting itself away from every other universe in the third dimension, and from that moment onward this universe was known as the Vyraak Dominion, and in all of creation, the first Emperor claimed that their universe would rule over all.
With his help, five more God Emperors were created, and with their strength of Will, they were able to preserve the vitality of the Vyraak Dominion, for many Minor Eras, thereby creating an uncommonly powerful universe.
Perhaps if the Frozen Road had remained in place, the Vyraak Dominion would have maintained its status quo and remained as a supreme realm among all lower realms, but the destruction of this road led to greed among the powerful immortals, and the immortals of the Vyraak Dominion also fell prey to their greed.
Their universe was powerful, arguably one of the most powerful universes to ever exist, but most of that strength came from its inhabitants and not the universe itself. There was one way they could correct this imbalance and maybe push their universe to heights never seen before in all of reality, and that was to plunder the Will of other universes and feed it to theirs.
A crazy plan that they would never have considered in the past because most universes had already been claimed by a higher power, but without the Frozen Road, some of these powers would not be able to easily trace the locations of their lower realms, and for the next million years or so, it would not be difficult to plunder a large number of universes and not fear the retaliation from a higher power.
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