The whole world was falling. The gravity field had inverted. Things exploding outward. In this vast universe, only I remained static—and that too, only because of my Creed.
The Creed didn't allow the rules of the World Creed to overwrite my existence or how it behaved. These things belonged to the Singularity Creed—and they depended on it. But more than anything else, what I was worried about was this:
Finding a way to get out of here.
With no way to escape or alter the universe, I was trapped. The Newborn had done this—its final trump card before death. And no matter how much I didn't want to admit it, it was working.
I pulled on the space-time field to move—but there was no escape. Nothing. No sign. No crack. I searched heretically, yanking at every thread of the universe, hunting for some breach caused by the overuse of the World Creed.
But... unfortunately for me... the entire universe—the entire multiverse—was based on it.
How could it be imperfect?
Searching and searching and searching—I scoured in all directions, frantically, hopelessly. Just trying to find something—anything—that might let me escape. But there was none.
Little by little, my hope shattered.
With no way out, I began to lose my will. By the time half the universe had heated to maximum entropy—I had already given up.
Waiting.
And waiting.
And waiting—for my final end.
For it to reach me... when the universe collapses.
My Singularity Creed, the essence that made me me, had started losing its integrity. Slowly unraveling from its small, vast, complex form—unfolding in a single thread.
I began losing my power, piece by piece, as the Creed unraveled. Though the power meant nothing now. It would die with me. As I lost the Creed, my form, too, would slip into non-existence.
But it didn't matter anymore.
As I came in touch with reality—I gave up.
And just when all paths had shut, when every hope had turned to dust—that's when I heard it again.
The voice of that old, ancient Entity:
??: "Devour."
Devour? Devour what? The world? How? What do you mean?
It's the end. There is no escape. What do you want me to devour?
I didn't understand. What should I devour? Where would it lead me?
So many questions. But the answer—none.
I couldn't comprehend. Devour? I saw only a ray of light—a thread of hope. But even that was swallowed up as quickly as it appeared.
For a fleeting moment, my Singularity had stopped unraveling. But soon... it weakened again under the weight of my lost will.
I had seen hope—just a sliver—but I didn't understand what it meant.
The fluctuations of the universe came ever closer. My Creed no longer had the strength to resist the World Creed, which now bent the very laws around me.
I was no longer powerful enough.
Everything was collapsing.
But I had seen hope again.
I didn't want to lose it.
And so I searched my thoughts.
Thinking.Thinking.Thinking—until I reached a conclusion.
The conclusion?
I will devour.
I didn't know what.But I would do what that ancient voice told me.
I will devour.Everything.Anything that comes within my reach.
And so—I expanded my horizon.
The shattered remains of the universe—the stars, celestial bodies, the planets—they all came toward me. I was now the only source of attraction in the universe. The sole Gravity.
And so everything neared me—devoured.
An endless process.
Of consumption.Of evolution.Of rebirth.
My Creed grew.
My Singularity expanded.
And with every piece of the universe I consumed—hope returned.So did my confidence.
Why didn't I think of this earlier? I wondered.
The more I devoured, the more authority my Creed gave me. More knowledge. Deeper understanding of its usage—its applications.
The hopelessness… the despair… now felt like echoes from another lifetime.
All I felt in this moment—was a sense of freedom.Freedom over the world.Freedom over the Creed.And most of all—freedom over myself.