As Ash stood here feeling the immensity of his power he was left speechless. Although he felt it was redundant to constantly think each new step of power was a complete difference...
"This is not normal at all..." He muttered in slight disbelief. Before he was certain he was strong enough to at the very minimum escape if he ever met someone stronger than him. However, now he knew he couldn't be more wrong.
He obviously knew that such existences weren't present in the lower dimensions, but one must not forget he held a key to a place that connected all dimensions. The Mark of The Weaver... and just thinking..
"I would've died perhaps in more ways than one..." He muttered again.
In Ash's eyes, nothing looked the same anymore.
His inner cosmos, once a vast expanse brimming with endless possibilities, now seemed small… no, that wasn't quite it.
The countless galaxies, worlds, laws, and concepts he had created now appeared like translucent sheets of paper.
