Chapter 59: Chapter 59- The First Murder of Eternity
The ruined battlefield of the present seemed to fade away.
The shattered buildings.
The rivers of blood.
The corpses scattered across the broken earth.
Even Etherius’ own breathing seemed distant.
The First Dream stood motionless within Eternia’s body.
Its eyes stared beyond the horizon.
Beyond the barrier.
Beyond the world.
Beyond time itself.
For a long moment, neither Etherius nor Nysera spoke.
They could feel it.
The atmosphere had changed.
The creature before them was no longer looking at the present.
It was looking backward.
Far backward.
To an age so ancient that words like "ancient" and "old" had no meaning.
The First Dream finally spoke.
"Even after many centuries of debate, they refused to back down."
Its voice echoed across the ruined landscape.
Not loudly.
Yet every syllable carried impossible weight.
The weight of countless years.
The weight of memories older than existence itself.
"I could not allow myself to die for the Second Dream’s mistake."
Etherius remained silent.
The First Dream’s gaze grew distant.
And then—
The memory began.
Before time.
Before space.
Before light.
Before darkness.
Before life.
Before death.
There had only been nothing.
Endless.
Silent.
Infinite.
Nothingness stretched forever.
No stars.
No worlds.
No sky.
No ground.
No concepts.
Only an eternal void.
And within that void existed five beings.
The First Dream.
The Second Dream.
Archon of Light.
Miracle of Flame.
Life of Jolly.
Nothing else existed.
No gods.
No mortals.
No heavens.
No hells.
Only the
For an immeasurable span of existence, they drifted through the endless void.
Content.
Peaceful.
Unchanging.
At least most of them were.
The Second Dream was different.
Always questioning.
Always experimenting.
Always dissatisfied.
The First Dream remembered countless arguments.
Countless warnings.
Countless debates.
Yet the Second Dream never listened.
Never stopped.
Never learned.
Then one day everything changed.
The Second Dream created something.
A sphere.
At first it seemed insignificant.
Merely a strange object floating within the endless void.
The others had gathered around it.
Curious.
Interested.
Fascinated.
The First Dream had immediately disliked it.
Not because it was dangerous.
Because it was unnecessary.
Anything new carried risk.
Anything different disrupted balance.
And balance was all they had ever known.
Destroy it.
That had been the First Dream’s recommendation.
The others disagreed.
Then the sphere exploded.
Reality was born.
Universes emerged.
Worlds formed.
Life appeared.
And the First Dream alone noticed the truth.
The universes were feeding.
Slowly.
Endlessly.
Consuming divine essence.
Consuming their power.
Consuming their existence.
At first the loss was insignificant.
Then it grew.
And grew.
And grew.
The First Dream had argued for destruction.
The others had argued for preservation.
The debate lasted centuries.
Then millennia.
Then longer.
Until eventually words stopped mattering.
Only conflict remained.
The void trembled.
Five ancient beings stood facing one another.
No armies.
No followers.
No weapons.
Just five primordial existences.
The atmosphere itself felt wrong.
Reality had not yet properly formed.
The battlefield was the endless void itself.
Yet cracks already spread through existence.
The pressure generated by their mere presence was enough to distort everything.
The First Dream stood alone.
Opposite him stood four.
His former companions.
His former allies.
His former family.
None of that mattered anymore.
The decision had already been made.
The others had chosen the universes.
And therefore—
They had chosen his death.
The First Dream’s expression remained calm.
But his thoughts were perfectly clear.
If they intended to kill him.
Then he would kill them first.
Life of Jolly stepped forward.
Unlike the others, he wore a smile.
He always smiled.
The First Dream had hated that smile.
Not because it was mocking.
Because it was sincere.
Life of Jolly genuinely believed everything would work out.
That they would find a solution.
That sacrifice was acceptable.
The First Dream thought such thinking was foolish.
Life of Jolly raised one hand.
Immediately reality began to bend.
The First Dream narrowed his eyes.
A command was coming.
Life of Jolly’s authority was unlike the others.
Archon of Light commanded light.
Miracle of Flame commanded energy.
The Second Dream commanded creation.
But Life of Jolly commanded reality itself.
When he spoke.
Reality listened.
Life of Jolly opened his mouth.
And declared:
"No one shall leave this battlefield."
The words echoed through existence.
Reality responded instantly.
The command became law.
The void shook violently.
Invisible chains wrapped around all five primordial beings.
The battlefield became sealed.
Then Life of Jolly spoke again.
"Anyone who attempts to leave shall have their existence erased."
Silence followed.
The command settled.
Absolute.
Final.
The First Dream immediately analyzed the situation.
A dangerous ability.
But not without flaws.
To bind five beings of equal standing required enormous power.
The heavier the command.
The greater the burden.
Life of Jolly had effectively shackled himself.
For a short period after issuing such a powerful declaration, his authority would weaken.
The First Dream smiled.
He had found the opening.
And he would not waste it.
The battle began.
The First Dream moved first.
No warning.
No declaration.
No grand speech.
He simply lunged.
The void shattered beneath him.
Miracle of Flame reacted instantly.
Countless infernos erupted.
Entire oceans of primordial fire flooded the battlefield.
Each flame carried enough power to annihilate worlds.
The First Dream charged directly into them.
The flames devoured him.
Consumed him.
Wrapped around his body.
Yet he continued forward.
His black crown began to glow.
A crimson light emerged from its surface.
Adaptation.
His greatest power.
The power everyone hated.
The power everyone feared.
The power that had no obvious weakness.
The flames burned him.
Then they stopped.
His body adapted.
The fire no longer harmed him.
Then something horrifying happened.
The flames began flowing into him.
Miracle of Flame froze.
His own fire was being stolen.
Absorbed.
Understood.
Claimed.
The inferno shrank.
And shrank.
And shrank.
The First Dream continued gathering the flames.
Compressing them.
Condensing them.
A universe-destroying inferno became a tiny point resting upon his fingertip.
A single spark.
Small enough to overlook.
Powerful enough to destroy everything.
Life of Jolly realized the danger.
His expression changed.
His mouth opened.
Preparing another command.
The First Dream understood immediately.
He could not allow that.
The spark vanished.
BOOM.
The compressed flame crossed the battlefield instantly.
Life of Jolly barely managed to turn.
The attack struck his face.
His jaw exploded.
Bone.
Divinity.
Essence.
Everything shattered.
The command died before it could be spoken.
Life of Jolly staggered backward.
His lower face destroyed.
His authority interrupted.
The First Dream did not stop.
The moment the attack landed he was already moving again.
But someone intercepted him.
Archon of Light.
The strongest physical combatant among the four.
A fist of pure radiance slammed into the First Dream’s chest.
The impact shattered existence.
The First Dream flew backward.
Cracks spread through the void.
Entire sections of reality collapsed.
His ribs shattered.
His chest caved inward.
For a brief moment even his vision blurred.
Then—
His crown glowed again.
Adaptation.
The injuries healed.
The damage was analyzed.
The weakness understood.
The next attack would be less effective.
The one after that even weaker.
Eventually light itself would lose meaning.
Archon of Light cursed.
Because he knew exactly what had happened.
The longer the battle continued.
The stronger the First Dream became.
The First Dream changed direction.
Not toward Archon of Light.
Not toward Miracle of Flame.
Toward Life of Jolly.
Always toward Life of Jolly.
Because he remained the greatest threat.
The wounded primordial was already healing.
Fragments of essence reconstructed his jaw.
His mouth was reforming.
Too quickly.
Far too quickly.
The First Dream accelerated.
Miracle of Flame unleashed another inferno.
Archon of Light launched beams capable of splitting universes.
The First Dream ignored them.
His crown continued glowing.
He adapted.
Again.
And again.
And again.
He kept pushing through their attacks.
The flames weakened.
The light weakened.
Their powers became less effective with every passing second.
The First Dream’s confidence grew.
The others began realizing the truth.
If they failed to kill him quickly.
They might never kill him at all.
Life of Jolly finally recovered.
His jaw was restored.
His mouth opened.
Another command prepared.
The First Dream arrived first.
One hand seized the surrounding flames.
The other seized the surrounding light.
The battlefield suddenly became silent.
Because something impossible was happening.
The two powers began merging.
Not side by side.
Not layered together.
Merged.
Becoming one.
A phenomenon none of them had ever witnessed.
The First Dream watched with fascination.
Even now he remembered the feeling.
The curiosity.
The excitement.
The discovery.
A new power was being born.
Light and flame fused.
Condensed.
Compressed.
A tiny star formed between his hands.
Beautiful.
Terrifying.
Perfect.
The first fusion magic.
Its name appeared naturally.
Supernova.
Life of Jolly who always thought of itself as invincible.
It looked up.
And for the first time—
Fear appeared on its face.
The First Dream smiled.
Then threw it.
The newborn star crossed the battlefield.
Life of Jolly desperately opened his mouth.
Trying to issue one final command.
Trying to save himself.
Trying to save the others.
He was too late.
The Supernova struck directly into his chest.
For a single moment everything became white.
Then existence exploded.
Light consumed everything.
Flames consumed everything.
Reality screamed.
The battlefield vanished beneath the blast.
And when the light finally faded—
Life of Jolly was gone.
His upper body had been completely vaporized.
Erased.
Destroyed.
The smiling primordial who had existed since before time itself had died.
Killed by the First Dream.
The first murder of eternity had been committed.
And the war could never be undone.
