After all this time, Sidia could never figure out what the Individual had planned for them. Even after inheriting the memories he had, the hope Sidia had didn't seem to waver that everything will go right in spite of the presented uncertainty. Stretching his right hand, where innumerable amounts of essences had quickened to gather within the midst of his palm.
"Take a look, Sidia. Time is singular, though constant but just like all things, it merely serves a purpose." He began, which she listened intently with her initial awkwardness now replaced by fascination as the Great One delved into his knowledge about the profound subject.
Bluish in color, the essences on his palm increased in size and when the Individual looked at a faraway rocky mountain, he motioned towards it as the essences vanished. In a few moments, that very same mountain had ruptured. An immediate collapse as the two bared witness on the land's rumble, alarming those within close vicinity in distress.
"With that in mind, imagine yourself moving so fast that walking on water is possible, take what I did as an example. All of that existing energy in a single moment, where will it go?"
Believe me, when I saw how the Individual's jaw seemed to clench, just hearing the seriousness of his voice- what exactly has happened for him to do such? "The faster you are, the more dangerous it is for a living thing. Not knowing when to stop nor how, will eventually lead to your death."
The rustle of leaves and the distant murmurs of nature forced Sidia to cover her eyes, underscoring the significance of the topic. Nevertheless, she forced a glance towards the Individual whose hair fluttered- A forgotten dictum, back again to the expressionless plight.
However, she was sure enough to see the glimpse of Jet-black, leaving Sidia to wonder more about. "There are many things that exist in the universe, and so let this be a valuable lesson for you, Sidia." Maybe it was nothing, while the intricacies of his words made a captivating story. A closed eye and a deep breath, "As you've said, the names that everyone, including me, have given.."
"Currently, we have assembled three of the best for now. [Jyehnevor], [Frogull'er] and lastly, [Everlaas]." Hearing that made his eyes wide, amazed at how good their suggestions were. "Who.. and what creativity has possessed all of you to make these beautiful names?" The Individual said, looking at Sidia who seemed visibly concerned.
"[Jyehnevor] was given by the siren you spared. I asked why, she mentioned that because you represent a strong warrior after taking good care of her." Sidia wished she could put a hand on her face, especially for the next one. "[Frogull'er] was given by Rogea and she said that it represented.." It sounded nice to his ears, so he simply stared at Sidia, shaking a head several times.
Unaware, caused by overthinking as Rogea was already behind her. "N-nature.." Croaking right before a set of slimy webbed limbs touched Sidia's waist, turning around- just to see a creature fly suddenly over towards her face. Luckily, she managed to avoid the amphibian by falling behind and landing on her butt.
Getting up immediately, the towering figure of Sidia flashing before her eyes. Rooting to the ground, as if unable to move with a closed mouth, while her jaw and both cheeks lowered down.
Flinching at the sight of a clenched hand coming down her way, brought to squeal as she rolled back and forth on the grass while holding her head. Hopping away as the amphibian took the good opportunity to escape, "No.. I was going to show it to him!" Among all descriptions she could use, Rogea had to pick this one.
"By nature.. you meant that one?" The Individual said, to which Rogea added upon hearing, "Isn't it awesome!? I'm very proud about the name. She said, running away from Sidia's grasp. "A name of my once.. companion! And now you'll take after him.. but I appended some characters to make it unique!"
A smile came out of his lips, impressed rather than feeling disappointed. Grunting while getting up, the Individual went and pacified the master-disciple. Further appreciating their suggestions for being more than worthy, running his hand through Rogea's hair. "Lastly, [Everlaas] was made by me and that's because I genuinely thought about you, your existence as a solitary being, Great One."
"Everlasting, I derived it from that word." Such a well thought idea behind a name, so much that he became greedy to be called by those. Putting in one more, "Eloam," he says. Confusing the two girls because the Individual seemed more happy to have that over what was given by them.
Jyehnevor went close to them as he hugged them both like how Frogull 'er feels when seeing his friend- Everlaas found his peace as Eloam felt a deep affection for everyone, the Individual shed tears and when he realized it. He chuckled, no longer concerned, at how unbecoming people usually made it out to be.
Staring at their eyes, "Thank you, both of you. For all the times that we spent together." Sidia never expected to hear that reaction nor has she ever seen him genuinely happy. "Great One.. what will you do from here on?" Worried that something bad was about to happen at any moment.
Reading her expression, the Individual assured Sidia that, "You will not feel anything, but also see nothing. It will only be for a moment, each of you will wake up as nothing significant had happened." It was finally time for him to destroy their world, which was not further from what Sidia had been worrying about.
Dropping on her knees, only to be prevented from doing so. Rogea witnessed her own master in such an emotional state that making a decision was hard, always second-guessing within her thoughts. "Why must you force this?" A look of shame could be seen on Sidia's face, while glancing at Rogea's innocence who is completely unaware of things.
Overly so, the Individual being determined on his next course of action, merely staring at the two girls. The light rays of the sun being replaced by darkness- nothing significant seemed to occur, for it was just like any other day in this world.
A figure remained clear in their eyes, solely, as the colors rapidly started to disappear. Sidia watched all of it happen, her legs and all the things within view were consumed by the same pitch-black.
Her beloved pupil, swallowed whole- nothing was left except the last expression Sidia had were a glimpse of the Individual. Pity. As if something was telling her a message, which they never realized.
Regret. Regret that things could have yielded much differently, maybe the changes the Individual made weren't going out as he had expected them to be. "What a useless thought," he muttered. Just imagining the Zeiroidians, kindling with excitement upon the childish game that Sidia would make them do.
Instructing everyone to close their eyes, so willingly- bringing back the times of past, not many would have the opportunity to be inside the Black Orb and endure on to laugh on with every brethren. Whatever form nor how one strives to change something, it will always stay behind as the truth.
"Enough with this," he mutters. Whereas his mind brushes back to Sidia making a speech, the good times- blessed names. Cursed are those worlds whom the Individual had visited next, for they surely never had much of a chance to speak. Better when they were also wicked, but unfortunate for the weak- lest he showed them a swift death.
Dwindling down in every encounter, just the same as before. Always the nothingness as a consort and together, where only one suited the other too well. It took longer than what he initially planned, yet the pulsating Orb above had increasingly gotten more extensive like a nurtured child. Feeling a sense of bliss after devouring what is left of the cosmos.
Perhaps the Individual was the destroyer of worlds, when he mercilessly brought ruin to countless planets, of which its inhabitants called home. Everlaas was the only one left to endure its pain of existing amidst the entirety of the universe.
The space around him rippled as it was soon overlapped by the fully stretched aura of the Black Orb. Sitting amidst the void, a stretch of his hand splintered a small portion of the Black Orb, placing it inside his soul.
Looking above and raising his right palm against the Black Orb before bringing it to close, condensing it up to the size of a pin's head. Roaring out like a temper tantrum, his gaze remained unchanged despite the gleaming sight.
Now beginning to spin as a breath that would render anything was released, having little to no effect on the Individual. Feeling the loneliness and joys in all his life at the same time, stemming from bringing something into existence once again.
A tremble in his right, relieved after extending the left. Bringing an end to the childlike tussle, as now came several colors emerging from his figure. Ranging from blue to red, orange and yellow, then white- filled with all his might. Perhaps the most painful of it was the inclusion of his flesh, pulverizing it together with an ethereal flow.