When he asked such a question, he had to decide for himself what was his beginning!
His beginning.
At this thought, a billowing storm of snow picked up around Noah.
And in the snow, an illusory image of a dilapidated apartment began to form in front of him as it displayed a scene from years ago!
It displayed the scene of him Looking at a glistening skill book that stated...[Fireball].
Yes. This was his beginning!
The moment that he awakened was his beginning.
When he did so, he had not yet formed his Tyranny and Quintessence and Cheats and all these other glamorous and glorious parts of him.
All he had was...
"Mana."
HUUM!
As he said these words, the illusory image of his younger self touched the skill book that disappeared into light into his body.
It acted as an initiator, as if something was turning a light bulb on. The illusory body of his younger self was then filled with boundless, intricate lines of Mana.
Mana!
"Oh, Mana!"
HUUM!
Noah’s eyes shone with a glorious light as the storm around him picked up even more, his eyes radiating tendrils of blue mana at this moment!
Did he invent Mana, or did he simply discover it?
The answer was clear. Like Principles... Mana had always been there, whether he knew it or not. He found it and became it.
In the very beginning, before he had built anything else, all he had was Mana.
So for his Way of existence, for the System of Existence that he wanted to forge... the path was undoubtedly and explicitly Mana!
Within it...the idea of Infinity was held. The idea of Quintessence was held. The idea of Tyranny burned!
He smiled brilliantly as he turned towards the holographic, crimson-blue figure of RUIN/EDEN, who had been observing him with her usual, analytical calm.
"We should be ready to finalize the new system of existence," he said, his voice a low, resonant hum that seemed to make the very snowflakes around them vibrate with purpose.
"One that integrates the many systems of power that we have come across, and even the ones that we have forged ourselves. Take these ideas in my mind and actualize them for me, will you?"
RUIN/EDEN’s illusory form, that perfect, beautiful fusion of Ruination’s tragic grace and a system’s cold logic, smiled.
She bowed deeply, a gesture of profound, absolute loyalty.
"Yes, Master."
An instant later, Noah’s body, standing at the center of the frozen, primordial expanse, became a beacon!
A beam of incandescent blue brilliance, the very color of his infinite, boundless Mana, shot out from him. It did not strike the ground or the sky, but seemed to pierce the very fabric of reality itself, crawling upwards towards the endless, chaotic heavens of the Earliest Folds!
Waves and tendrils of this same blue mana began to snake around his figure, a glorious, swirling storm of pure potential.
He closed his eyes, his entire being focused on this singular, monumental act of creation. He was not just building a system; he was a blind man grasping towards and sensing a new Way!
As he did so, prompts, rendered in that new, vivid crimson-blue, bloomed before his eyes.
|You have begun to consciously walk your chosen Way of Existence.|
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