River of Time.
Lex emerged silently from the void, his figure materializing above the river of time. The water reflected the surrounding emptiness, a perfect mirror of the void.
He gazed down In some parts of the current, fish thrashed against the flow, their struggle fierce and unrelenting. A few succeeded, their effort splitting the river into branching tributaries.
His gaze then flickered to the edge of the river and he saw the primordials gathered along the river bank ,some stood closer their reflection visible in the river while some were standing farther back.
Their expressions were unreadable, not because of lack of emotion but because they weren't physically present. They appeared only as apparitions.
Lex's gaze lingered on the apparitions, his face unreadable. "So they exist outside of time," he murmured, his voice calm and measured.
He watched them briefly, then turned away without hesitation, his focus shifting back to the path ahead. Silent and composed, he flew forward undistracted.
After several minutes he arrived at the source of the river, before him stretched an infinite void, black, deep, and eerily silent.
At the heart of the void, a single, impossibly bright point of light glowed. It radiated cold relentless brilliance that cut through the surrounding darkness like a beacon of absolute authority.
The light's intensity seemed paradoxical, blinding yet soothing, immense yet contained.
From this singular glowing point emerged the River of Time like a waterfall, the liquid light poured downward, its flow cutting a stark contrast against the infinite darkness.
Each ripple in the river carried faint, fleeting images, moments of birth and death, creation and destruction, all intertwined in an endless stream.
Lex floated closer, his gaze fixed on the glowing point. As he approached, the energy around him shifted, becoming heavier, more alive. He felt time itself bending and folding, pressing against him as if testing his resolve. The light grew brighter, overwhelming even his enhanced vision, but Lex did not falter.
He stood above the light, then extended his consciousness outward, probing the source. What he found sent a faint tremor through him, not fear, but a deep understanding.
The Cosmic Void Source was not just the origin of the river of time; it was the origin of time itself. It existed outside the rules of the universe, a singularity where moments were born, shaped, and sent flowing into the endless current of existence. To touch it was to confront the fabric of time in its purest, rawest form.
Lex summoned a small sealed vessel before him, its simple form holding immense purpose. With a wave of his hand, he opened it, and a single drop of blood, surrounded by his glowing aura, floated out.
The drop pulsated with time energy, syncing with the rhythm of the Void Source ahead. Lex guided it carefully, his aura steady as he moved the drop closer.
As it reached the light, the Void Source rippled faintly, and the drop disappeared into it. A subtle pulse radiated outward, and Lex stood still, watching as the source absorbed the essence, its flow resuming with quiet acknowledgment.
What Lex wanted do was to distribute drops of blood evenly across the universe. After countless calculations and possibilities, he determined the Cosmic Void Source was the perfect conduit.
It would not only ensure the distribution was flawless but also make the formations appear as though they had naturally emerged, seamlessly woven into the fabric of universe.
After the first drop was absorbed into the Cosmic Void Source, he took out the remaining drops of blood from the pocket dimension. Each drop pulsed with distinct energy, and the surrounding air grew dense as the various laws within them began to interact.
Some drops coexisted peacefully, their energies blending seamlessly, while others clashed violently.
Among them, the drops of Chaos and Order were the most volatile. They spiraled toward each other, their opposing energies creating waves of distortion in the space around them.
Sparks of chaos erupted while threads of stabilizing order attempted to contain them.
"As expected," Lex thought, his expression calm as he observed their struggle.
"Their inherent natures oppose each other, seeking dominance even in their most basic forms."
He extended his hand, and his aura enveloped the clashing drops. The volatile energies calmed under his touch, their chaotic struggle subdued.
To others, such instability might appear as a flaw—a dangerous imbalance. But Lex saw it differently.
He controlled the drops of blood with precision, guiding them one by one toward the glowing point of light.
Each drop pulsed faintly, its unique energy resonating as it drew closer.
As they neared the light, they were effortlessly absorbed into it, vanishing seamlessly without leaving a trace.
••••
In a distant galaxy, within a star system and on an unassuming planet, a single drop of blood appeared on the surface. Its emergence was sudden and catastrophic, as it instantly leveled the surrounding terrain.
At first, the drop was minuscule, no larger than a cell. But it quickly expanded, returning to its previous size, a massive 10-meter sphere of pulsating energy. The ground trembled under its sheer presence, and the air grew heavy as its energy radiated outward.
Then, without warning, the drop began to shrink. Its contraction caused a second wave of destruction, flattening everything in its vicinity. The once-massive drop compressed itself into the smallest size possible, its energy condensing into a singular point.
Moments later, it expanded violently, inflating like a balloon before exploding with immense force. Fragments of the blood scattered across the planet, spreading far and wide.
Some pieces embedded themselves deep into the mountains, while others drifted into forests, rivers, and oceans.
A few fragments breached the atmosphere, floating aimlessly into the vastness of space. On the planet, the scattered particles began to dissolve into the environment.
••••
At the demon tower
A single drop of blood appeared at the highest layer of the tower, hovering ominously above the red ocean. It pulsed with a sinister energy that seemed to challenge the very nature of its surroundings.
The demonic energy in the air surged toward it, seeking to invade, but instead, the blood absorbed it greedily. With each wave of absorption, its ominous aura grew stronger, darker, and more potent.
For a moment, the drop pulsated irregularly, as if struggling to contain the immense power it had consumed. Then, without warning, it burst into countless tiny particles, scattering into the air and falling toward the ocean.
The particles, now reduced to their smallest form, began to transform. Each one became a cell, throbbing unevenly as they absorbed energy from the red ocean below.
Slowly, their forms began to shift, expanding and wrapping themselves in translucent shells. One by one, the cells became eggs, faintly glowing with an eerie inner light.
Trillions of cells transformed into eggs and settled calmly at the depths of the red ocean, motionless yet brimming with latent energy. It was as if the ocean itself cradled them, waiting for them to hatch.
And when the time for their hatching arrives, it would no longer house them. With an unseen force, the eggs would be ejected from the depths, rising to the surface and beyond, ready to release the life within them into the world.
••••
The immortal realm
A silvery drop of blood appeared atop a mountain before also suddenly exploding into tiny fragments. The pieces scattered across the realm, some settling on volcanic peaks, while others drifted far enough to reach the sun.
••••
The dark realm
When the drop of blood appeared, it was immediately swallowed by a formless entity made of dark energy. The entity's form trembled violently before collapsing into what seemed like a deep slumber, overwhelmed by the sheer power contained within the drop.
Another drop of blood appeared at a different location. Unlike the first, this one successfully dispersed, scattering its fragments across the realm.
••••
Divine realm
Several drops appeared simultaneously in different locations. Each one dispersed, scattering across vast regions as if guided by an unseen force, spreading their essence far and wide.
••••
Most of the drops dispersed across the galaxies, each finding its way to the most fitting and appropriate locations, as if guided by nature itself to where they were deemed worthy.
Still at the source of the cosmic void, Lex watched the events unfold. "Now that the creatures are where they're supposed to be," he murmured in a low, resolute voice, "It's time to begin."
He extended his hand toward the Cosmic Void Source. The moment his fingers touched it, an overwhelming surge of information flooded his mind. He saw and perceived everything that existed, from the grandest realms to the tiniest particles.
The sheer immensity of knowledge left him disoriented for a moment, his thoughts spiraling in the vast current of awareness.
The crystal ball in his mind trembled, surging forth with energy to stabilize him. With precision, it sifted through the torrent of information, retaining only what was relevant and discarding the rest. As the chaos subsided, clarity returned.
He now saw time through the eyes of all things; from the quiet patience of a stone, to the slow growth of a plant, to the fleeting ambitions of an Ascendant, to the vast, eternal gaze of a Primordial.
The real reason he came to the Cosmic Void Source was to define time itself. To truly understand how time worked, there was no better place than here.
Mortals measured time in hours, years and centuries, useful as they were, but still limited to mortal understanding. Lex wanted something much greater: a system of time that could apply to the entire universe.
He aimed to build a perfect structure, one that would guide how time flowed everywhere, turning random moments into a single, organised order.