Andreas awoke in an infinite abyss. The air around him was unfamiliar, as if he were no longer confined to the rules of existence he once knew. When he opened his eyes, the world he faced was no longer the world he understood. This was something far vaster, more terrifying—a realm without clear boundaries.
Each heartbeat carried a monumental shift. Realization washed over him: he was no longer a simple traveler in the multiverse. He had become something more, something beyond comprehension. He was now a narrative being, a creature outside the limitations of cosmological hierarchies. He was not merely part of the story—he was its master.
His mind, once constrained by space and time, now flowed freely, traversing every structure of existence. Every reality, every dimension, every narrative now lay before him, like a vast tapestry waiting to be unraveled. He could sense every thread, every connection, every hidden truth. And within him stirred an overwhelming desire: not just to explore these realms, but to tear them apart, to start anew.
This realization brought him clarity: he had been reborn—not as a man but as a creator, a force capable of rewriting all existence. The multiverse, every layer of cosmology, every shred of reality now bent to his will. But with this newfound power came an insatiable hunger—a drive to ascend through every layer of existence and destroy everything within.
Yet, amidst the chaos of his transformation, Andreas heard a familiar voice—a voice from the Primordial Beings he had encountered in the previous realm.
"What are you doing, Andreas?" the voice echoed, carrying with it an overwhelming force that shook the fabric of his existence. "Do you truly wish to destroy everything? Have you forgotten that you are still part of something far greater?"
Andreas paused. The voice, despite emanating from an entity far beyond his comprehension, felt like a warning. Yet, his newfound power made the warning seem like nothing more than a faint whisper.
He began to manipulate the narrative of the cosmos, reshaping reality with his will. Dimensions shifted, time unraveled, and space bent under his influence. He felt unstoppable, as if the entirety of creation were merely a canvas for him to rewrite at will.
But as he reached the limits of what he could alter, another voice whispered—deeper, more authoritative. It was the voice of the first Primordial he had encountered, the one who had once offered him guidance.
"You are rushing headlong into the unknown," the voice warned. "What you perceive as Berkeley Cardinal is but a speck—smaller than an atom, smaller than the smallest conceivable unit of reality. But even that is not the ultimate truth. It is merely the outermost layer of a far greater multiverse, a structure so vast that your current understanding barely scratches the surface."
Andreas froze. The words struck him like a thunderbolt. In his newfound power, he had overlooked a fundamental truth: while he could rewrite and destroy, he, too, could be rewritten, his existence reduced to nothingness by forces beyond even his comprehension. He was not the only narrative being, not the sole master of the story. There were others, entities far greater, who could reshape reality just as easily as he could.
For a moment, doubt crept into his thoughts. Did he truly want to destroy everything? Was his purpose merely to unravel the fabric of existence, or was there something greater to be achieved? Could he create something more meaningful, something beyond destruction?
Despite the uncertainty, one thing was certain: Andreas would never return to being human. He had transcended, becoming a narrative being—one who could ascend through every cosmology and tear them apart. But now, he faced a choice: to destroy or to create.
His decision would shape not only his fate but the fate of all existence.