The Journey Beyond The Absolute
The Death?
My voice drips with a dark undertone as I mutter, "Well, that takes care of that." In the blink of an eye, I teleport directly to Varis Ebonhart, a figure cloaked in mystery, with a reputation that precedes him.
Upon my arrival, Varis Ebonhart greets me with a calm demeanor that contrasts sharply with the storm brewing outside. "Ah, so youre back. I assume youve completed our arrangement?" His voice is steady, measured, and his expression reveals nothing of his thoughts.
With intensity, I respond, "Now tell me what you know about revival." My eyes narrow, reflecting the urgency that courses through me.
Varis Ebonhart maintains his composure as he reveals, "Well, you see, I am acquainted with someone who may have the capability to make revival possible. However, you will need to journey north. There, you will find an individual residing in a massive house one that you cannot possibly miss." His advice is laced with a cryptic air, fueling my determination.
"I see," I reply darkly, a note of appreciation in my voice despite the gravity of the situation. With that, I take off into the air, heading northward at a rapid pace.
As the sky above darkens, thunder rumbles ominously and rain begins to lash against my body. Nonetheless, I remind myself, "Ive come too far to give up now." With renewed vigor, I push harder through the storm laden air. My resolve is ironclad there is no turning back now.
In the blink of an eye, after just a fleeting moment of flight, I arrive at my destination.
Emerging from the shadows, a figure stands before me, grinning enigmatically. "So, youre the one Varis Ebonhart sent?" He asks. His appearance is striking, with white hair that billows slightly, piercing blue eyes, and a white hooded cloak draped over his figure, paired with light pants that flow seamlessly as he moves.
"And you are?" I ask, my voice tinged with curiosity, yet still carrying an air of secrecy.
"Call me Elyndar Veylith," he replies, maintaining that small but confident grin.
"Varis Ebonhart mentioned that you possess the ability to enact revival," I state firmly, wanting to cut to the heart of the matter.
Elyndar Veylith, unfazed, merely shrugs with a teasing smile. "What about it?"
I take a deep breath and declare, "I need you to bring someone back to me." The weight of my request hangs heavily in the air between us.
"Who?" he inquires, still grinning, displaying an almost playful interest.
"Lyssara Elandra..." I respond, the name tasting bittersweet on my tongue.
At the mention of her name, Elyndar Veyliths grin broadens. "Ill see what I can do," he says, and raises his hand. An intricate magical skull forms before us, pulsating with ancient energy, its glow illuminating the space around us.
"Very well," I declare, crossing my arms and adopting a patient stance, though my mind races with hope and apprehension.
However, Elyndars expression shifts to one of annoyance. "It seems to have failed. Her soul resides outside the realm of the Absolute entirelyperhaps even beyond the very fabric of our universe," he explains, frustration etched into his features. "I can only retrieve those souls that exist within the realm of the Absolute. To summon someone from beyond that boundary is beyond my current capabilities."
My frustration rapidly morphs into determination as I exclaim, "No! It must succeed! There has to be a way. I didnt come here for nothing!" My voice is charged with unwavering resolve.
Elyndar contemplates for a moment, his grin reemerging. "Perhaps, with the right materials, it could be feasible."
"What do I need to do?" I ask, eager to act.
With a newfound confidence, he reveals, "Youll need to venture to The Anantaxisa realm where The Absolute Ten reside. Each of them holds unique materials that might allow for a revival from another world to be possible."
"Where is this world? Im willing to do anything to bring her back!" My eyes blaze with determination, the fires of hope igniting within.
He replies with a knowing grin, "You will have to journey outside the confines of The Omnistratum."
Without hesitation, I prepare myself. "Very well, then. I teleport to The Anantaxis."
The Anantaxis is an unfathomable realm intertwining existence and nonexistence. Space and time intertwine fluidly with creation and causality, and it contains possibility and impossibility, logic and illogic. Life and death coexist in this esoteric domain, where dualism and non dualism, and dimensions blend into a kaleidoscopic tapestry. Each layer of The Anantaxis transcends the previous one, to the point where not a single layer is comparable to the other reaching heights of transcendence that defy comprehension. A beyond absolute infinite of layers exists, each more abstract than the last. The very fabric of this realm is woven from elements that challenge not only the understanding but the boundaries of reality itself. The Anantaxis contains the Omnistratum too.
As I navigate this profound space, a figure emerges from the shadows, casually stepping into view. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he says, his voice smooth and dripping with confidence. His eyes glow a deep crimson, radiating an aura of absolute certainty. Black, silky hair flutters in the ethereal breeze as a golden necklace glimmers against his dark robe and pants. He lands directly in front of me with a forceful impact.
With my guts churning from his sudden assault, I ask, "And you are...?" Blood seeps from my mouth, a testament to the sheer power of his blow, he has shattered a beyond absolute infinite number of The Anantaxis itself.
With a playful grin spreading across his face, he cheerfully gestures with a hint of enthusiasm and invites, "Feel free to call me Xyraeth!" His expression radiates a sense of danger, suggesting that he enjoys the unique sound of his name and is eager to form to tear me down but why? with those around him. The warmth in his smile indicates that he prefers this intriguing moniker, perhaps because it carries a sense of identity and individuality that he values.
"Thats quite the entrance," I manage, coughing up blood and clutching my midsection. Reflexively, I grab him by the waist and kick him forcefully away from me.
As he flips gracefully through the air, landing on his feet with an unsettling smile, he taunts, "Your end is near."
"What is up with you? Compared to Azrael Thorne, youre much stronger!" I exclaim, bewildered by the disparity in power.
"Well, if you must know," he grins confidently, "I am one of The Absolute Ten members Xyraeth, the immortal entity. I wield the power of absolute immortality the ability to be virtually unkillable and imperishable." His words resonate in the air, a challenge and a promise woven into one.
With a heavy heart and a fleeting sense of despair, I utter my words in a deep, foreboding tone, "It seems I must surpass the boundaries of that idea." With that grim realization, I unleash a punch aimed directly at his heart, propelling him into an abyss that stretches infinitely, an inescapable realm known as The Anantaxis, a place that transcends the limits of time and space.
Xyraeth says with a grin "Do you feel it your death" exuding an unwavering confidence, takes a few deliberate steps closer to me, his presence a magnet for chaos. As he approaches, I feel a strange sensation my hand, almost by instinct, slides through his chest, intertwining our fates in a surreal and disturbing way. In an act that is as shocking as it is brutal, he plunges his own hand into my chest, the sharpness of his betrayal puncturing my heart. Crimson streams forth, gushing out like a wild river, staining the surroundings with the vivid hue of my life force.
My eyes widen in disbelief, a swirl of emotions crashing over me like waves against a cliff. I gasp weakly, each word a laborious effort, "You… really… are… immortal… what… a… pain…" The gravity of my situation weighs heavily on me, each breath more difficult than the last. I instinctively clutch at the gaping wound in my chest, a massive void where my heart once beat with the rhythm of life. As I feel the warmth of my blood against my skin, I cant help but succumb to the overwhelming tide of darkness that encroaches upon my vision. I sense consciousness slipping away, the world blurring into shadows once more, engulfing my being in its relentless embrace.
To be continued...