Chapter 2439
Randidly lay on the ground and stared up into darkness. He didn’t see an answer from Yystrix’s casual answer, but his mind began to stir.
Consequences I would never have chosen… but now I would gladly suffer… His thoughts quickly derailed into self-deprecation as he considered his inner situation. The bandaging of his Soulspace had begun to tremble as pressure built. Heh, there is so, so much of the current shitstorm I would never have chosen… why were Eternities waiting beyond Elhume, when I had struggled for so long just to surpass him? But also I’m not willing to just lie back and accept their meddling in the Nexus.
He flexed the muscles of his upper body. Even contemplation here isn’t without costs; setting aside those tendrils from the Samsara, the more I wait here, the more dangerous the situation for the Nexus becomes…!
“If you need help,” Yystrix continued. Her voice deepened, losing the rather lecturing quality and settling into her more sinister whisper. “I will gladly lay out your whole Path, Randidly Ghosthound. You are mine and will always be mine-”
“You have died, Yystrix. But thank you for all you’ve given me, however selfish your intentions,” He shook his head and ignored her and the palpitations from the Samsara around her. He thought about his original plan for overcoming an Eternity, creating a miracle vaguely in the shape of a Shallah by mixing a Grand Fate and a Penance into a revelatory whole. And now he understood the trick of mixing energies and expected that the other aspect of his plan, coinciding his Grand Fate and Penance with reaching the Pinnacle and achieving Eternity, would give him the means to create untainted versions of the energy.
Randidly hadn’t even considered the choices posed to him at the Pinnacle and Eternity, respectively. He could still see Nyx’s serious and infinite eyes, pinpricked with stars, as she regarded him. He now held her Truth, bouncing around his weakened Soulspace, nudging him towards another painful destabilization.
You can’t have it both ways.
Randidly’s eyes flickered. If I’m being honest… all I really want is to prove I’m not like Elhume. Or Laplace and Pangu, more powerful entities like them, that will use any means necessary to grow. Those who only look at results, at power. That my Path is better than the narrow Path worshiped by depraved individuals like Fatia Cerulean.
He looked at his broken Soulspace and his unraveling Nether. He observed the half Truths mixing and mutating with each other. He saw the flat back of Pangu’s Aspect, with the careful observation patterns aimed at stealing whatever Truths he used to reach the Pinnacle. He felt his Grand Fate, the role he had chosen. He felt the threadbare fabric of time around him, ground down by the constant churning from Laplace’s Samsara.