Chapter 2440
Randidly felt curiously numb, restrained in the memory by Yystrix’s increasing desperation. The action of shattering all his Paths he had taken could not be reversed. Yet relaxation spread throughout his muscles and joints. The tight grimace on his face eased-- he could no longer feel the shattered pieces of Truth careening around his Soulspace. His scrunched forehead smoothed for the first time all day.
The Truths he had created were the loudest and most domineering of the noises in his soul, but now he understood how every Path had added a small voice to his existence. He had started his journey as a normal human, so he hadn’t even noticed the presence at first. And then as he grew stronger, so many sang inside of him he simply grew used to their presence.
Yet now he was cleansed.
Not that he believed just condensing his strange Penance would be enough to solve all of his problems. Or that the rest of the fights would be simple. Or that he particularly had a better idea of how his new Penance would give him the power to overcome Laplace.
Yet… he had found his footing by letting go of Truth. He didn’t worry about his Path any longer. And he had kicked away the poisonous crutch left to him by Pangu. With increasing clarity, his inner Sanctum manifested, even in the memory. Above, a rather flat picture frame housed a churning maelstrom of black geometric shapes. Below, the pool of Nether had frozen and expanded to form an orb. From the seed in the middle, chaotic bands of opacity forked out to the edges. It was a lovely marble, its flaws glittering darkly with promised malice.
Randidly Ghosthound blinked his new strange eyes, all black except for the luminous emerald pupil.
“You… gathering this much energy can only rupture your feeble body! And you’ve become so curiously inert at the same time… what have you done?” Yystrix hissed. She threw more and more restrictions across Randidly’s torso, her efforts given extra teeth by the churning Samsara. Every few seconds, more aggressive tendrils whipped down to try and befuddle Randidly. They whispered, imitating all those previously ignored voices.
Without the little static from the Paths, Randidly could spot and shred them with his Grand Fate any time he wanted. Yet for the moment, his attention still remained upon his notifications.
Congratulations! Your Nether Penance Empty Vessel Fosakes the Path has grown to Level 500! As you have abandoned the typical senses of the universe, you have developed a honed knack for detecting irregularities around you! You can also sense the power of other Vessels you encounter! Your Vessel’s natural resistance to foreign images has increased!