Part II — The Tongue of Creation
Space collapsed.
The Dominion shattered into mirrors of itself as I lunged forward — resonance tearing open the seams of reality. Each movement birthed a sound like glass screaming underwater. The Watcher's shape fractured and reformed, flickering between ten thousand bodies — angelic, insectile, colossal, and microscopic all at once.
Every time I struck, it unmade itself — and every time it countered, I bled reality instead of blood.
[Vraen'thor zha'nai vrei'nath thur'kai'len]
The alien syllables coiled around me like chains of burning scripture. Each word felt older than gravity itself. My Dominion trembled as its resonance invaded my core, threatening to erase everything I was.
But then—
Resonance corruption detected.
Adaptation protocol engaged.
Language evolution: Stage II — "The Tongue of Creation."
Light exploded from my chest — not bright, not dark, but absolute.
Glyphs spiraled across my body, rearranging themselves mid-air into words that didn't exist. My Void Language shifted — symbols within symbols, meanings folding upon themselves. Each phrase I spoke now carried not sound, but consequence.
I whispered.
"[Zha'reth… Ven'kai.]"
The Watcher froze.
Its resonance convulsed — ancient code unraveling before the truth of my voice.
[Impossible. The Tongue was sealed.]
It didn't speak aloud — I heard it inside the core of existence. I moved forward, my body distorting the moment I stepped. Reality blurred as my hand phased through time and reappeared inside its chest of eyes.
The Watcher screamed. Not in pain — in recognition.
[You are not the end… you are the return.]
The Codex pulsed violently inside me.
Translation: "The Return."
Source: Primordial Archive.
Relation: Unknown Entity // Genetic Resonance Match: 87.6%
Something within my resonance flinched — a flicker of something that remembered. A shadow of a voice beneath the Codex. Distant, identical.
But I silenced it.
The Watcher's form began to collapse, its wings folding inward, its eyes burning away into symbols. I reached into its unraveling body, tearing out a piece of raw existence — a pulsing shard of resonance, glowing like dying divinity.
I consumed it.
Every scream of every dead god it had ever judged filled my veins. My resonance swelled into something monstrous — divine and demonic in equal measure. The sky screamed, stars bled.
And then — it spoke again, half-voice, half-collapse.
[Hear this, Azael'ith Voidborn. The Sunless Bloodline is not yours alone.]
Time fractured.
I saw a glimpse — fleeting, forbidden — another figure within the endless Void.
A shadow that looked like me, yet deeper. A mirror without reflection. A brother.
The Codex tried to seal the vision, but I forced it open. For one heartbeat, the truth clawed at the edge of existence — and I saw a hand reaching toward me from beyond the Black Sun.
[When the Sun bleeds again, He will rise.]
The Watcher began to dissolve into white dust — a billion fractal wings disintegrating into light. Its voice echoed through all realms, reverberating across creation.
[Zhæl'thur… vrei'nath… the cycle begins anew.]
And then it was gone.
Silence.
But not peace.
My Dominion trembled under the weight of revelation. I could feel the Codex humming like a living god inside my skull.
Threat eliminated.
Resonance Level: Apex Incomplete.
Warning: Unregistered Entity detected in Outer Void.
Designation: "The Other."
I stood amidst the debris of creation, silver veins pulsing with unstable divinity. The sky above me flickered between dimensions, showing glimpses of other worlds trembling in awe — mortals kneeling in terror, gods retreating into silence.
And deep within the folds of existence, something stirred.
Something watching.
Something that knew me.
I closed my eyes.
"When the Sun bleeds again," I whispered, "I will be there to end it."