"Then, destroy it." Andre was shocked with what Paimon stated, and the latter noticed it and continued, "Gather the entire power of the realm into one singularity. If my hypothesis is correct, then this could provide an entire century's worth of advancement in the arts of discovering creation as conventional magic!"
Listening to him, Andre nodded in understanding. First, he went to the mansion and stored the entire library inside his body through Inferior Creation. After that, the two flew up to the middle of the realm.
Andre soon channelled the power deep inside his body, connecting the Inferior Creation Energy to his Creation God soul. He figured that doing so would at least improve the quality of what he would do. He then opened his arms wide, letting his power encompass the entire realm that is equal to half the size of Gaius (which is technically five times of Earth). Once it did, he slowly started to gather all the energy that was the base of existence of everything inside this realm.
If one looked at what was happening from the edge of the realm, one would see that the land, trees, clouds, skies, waterfalls, animals, and even the particles of air started disintegrating and turning into something that can be likened to golden dust before flying to the middle, where the Andre and Paimon is.
What was left behind was an empty nothingness, devoid of anything except the darkness and blackness in its entirety.
When the wildlife saw the destruction coming towards them, they immediately turned chaotic, running away from the terrifying devastation that was creeping up behind them.
Above, the two looked at the events below without reaction. Andre continued to gradually join his hands together while watching the death and decay of everything under them.
Hours later, what remained of the beautiful realm was a shiny golden ball that was oozing with a cosmic amount of energy, threatening to explode. Andre was careful not to do anything wrong, because one mistake would cause a crap ton of destructive Inferior Creation Energy to blast right on their faces.
Andre was also doing this instinctively, coming from the innermost depths of his soul. It was as if his soul already knew the power that this basketball-sized sphere of energy can produce.
Paimon was standing behind him, also cautious of what was in front of them. He wasn't helping Andre not because he wants them to die but because of the opposite. He doesn't know what his intervention would cause, so he chose to let his prince do it.
"What should I do next, Duke Paimon?" Andre asked without leaving his sight or attention on the sphere. Through explaining, Paimon finally helped, "In the theory of the mortals, the universe was said to have formed from a singularity expanding. Although us primal beings only laugh at their ideas because we have true records of creation, such a thing is plausible when we think of it further."
"I say that this is a simulation of some sort." Paimon said, "The Dream Realm itself is already a framework that makes it easy. Using such ideas, coupled with the help of such a guide, this is already as much possible as it can get."
"Wait, so you're saying that we have to make this thing explode? Are you crazy?!" Andre yelled in frustration.
"No." Paimon shook his head, "Although the sphere must expand through explosion, it must be under Balance. It cannot be too chaotic nor it cannot be controlled by order."
"It must flow smoothly like a river, you only need to guide it in expanding, not letting it become too chaotic in the process." Andre breathed in with nervousness, but still tried hard to stay focused at the sphere.
Paimon waved his hands smoothly, like an orchestra conductor, "First, try to inject your will inside. Not your soul, just your will. This would be the hard part as you would have to guide the energy from the outside and the inside. Using your will, release your intention inside on how you would want the energy to form, just like how magic works."
"Through intention, form them how you want them to form. Don't do a 1:1 scale creation as that would consume a hefty amount of energy and you would at most be able to create a planet and a star. I think a 1:128 scale is already enough for the energy to create at least a galaxy."
Like how a student follows a teacher, Andre sent his will inside the sphere, still nervous that the sphere might obliterate it. But, surprisingly, the energy inside felt gentle on his will, it was as if the two were long-term partners.
Through his mind, Andre imagined what a galaxy would look like. After changing it a little, and creating a more efficient form, he started forming the energy into that, while slowly expanding its area.
Although there were some imbalance and explosions here and there due to differing amounts of energy inputted into the said creation, the galaxy was still fully formed.
Looking at what he had achieved, Andre marvelled at its sight. Paimon also had his eyes sparkling with amazement, "It.. It really is possible.." He muttered dreamily.
Although the galaxy created was small, the sight of it was still breathtaking to look at, especially for Andre. Because Gaius was confined and wasn't really open to the outer world, he did not have a chance to see what it really looked like. The only idea that he had of how the galaxy looks was from some films made by authors and directors.
Paimon also flew around it, analyzing everything that has been created, but after a while, his excitement toned down. "We have created a galaxy, yet it has no life." He sighed.
"No life?" Andre was saddened a bit, "I am afraid so."
Although they were disappointed that life wasn't created, what they created was still enough to make them happy.
Suddenly, Solomon, who escaped earlier, appeared, flying towards them in haste. "Wow. You created a miniature galaxy?" He gasped.
He then looked at it closer and chuckled dryly, "Oh, a dead one."
"Do you want me to kill this 'soul', my prince?" Paimon asked coldly. "Oho, hold it right there, demon." Solomon scoffed and raised his finger.
"He's a potential traitor, my prince." Paimon said further. "First of all, I wasn't and will never be loyal to your prince, demon." Solomon laughed in disgust.
"Do you really want to die?" Outraged by Solomon's sheer impudence, the demon duke growled at him, his eyes glowing purple in fury. He was about to assault him, slowly raising his hands to attack, when..
"I suggest you stop there, Gafjeod Jaode Ocif Paidemion Vuur Ivork Keoek Ovoro." Suddenly, a deep, authoritative, and archaic voice sounded from Solomon's deepest soul, not letting the Demon Duke move an inch from where he was standing.
The pressure that forced Paimon also made him lower his hands and keep it at his side. It wasn't just the profound voice that made him immobile, but the name in particular in which he was called.
"How…" He uttered in shock and horror. Andre was also shocked by how just one sentence made the powerful Demon Duke unable to move even in just the slightest.
Looking at them, Solomon sniggered in pride. But he wasn't able to do more when the voice sounded again, "I told you to only help him open the seal, why are you still there? He already has the demon as his guide, you're not needed there anymore."
"Oh, right." Solomon laughed awkwardly before responding, "I would, after a short goodbye."
"Very well." The voice said. "You." The voice suddenly spoke, "Andre, correct?"
Andre was startled and pointed at himself, "Me? What do you need me for…?"
"Targa. You can call me Targa." The voice responded.
"As you wish, Lord Targa." Andre nodded stiffly. As a powerful man, addressing someone as 'Lord' or some honorifics was, of course, uncomfortable. But, he knows for himself that this person was infinitely more powerful than him, so he would need to adjust.
As if it was normal to be addressed as such, Targa continued to speak, "You know the fate of Gaius and the galaxy, correct?"
Thinking about that again, Andre nodded heavily in response.
"Then, you have a huge burden to carry on your shoulders." Targa said, "Persevere, and you would be rewarded handsomely. Be impatient, and only ruination would befall upon you. In your every move, choose wisely. In some cases, sacrifices must be made for the betterment of the universe." Targa stated before his presence finally left.
Paimon also felt freed from the suppression, letting him gasp for air and sigh with relief. Still, the feeling of terror stayed within him, "Who… is that?" He asked pantingly.
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