At that instant, Infernatur and Damnatur felt a sudden chill, as if an impending doom loomed on the horizon.
Severin then said softly to them, "I'm gonna need you as a helping hand!"
Infernatur and Damnatur recoiled as a horrifying realization dawned upon them.
"Have you taken that leap?" Infernatur's voice trembled with uncertainty.
Severin remained silent and simply waved his hand gently. The 129,600 cosmic laws surged with boundless power, reducing the huge figures of Infernatur and Damnatur to dust.
Within moments, two essences of pure primordial power flowed into Severin's inner world, while the desolate chaos sea crumbled and was consumed by his voracious appetite.
Severin's form eventually began to fade until it became a flicker of light that vanished completely. His consciousness had been devoured entirely.
Everything before him was empty and devoid of substance.
An indefinite amount of time passed before Severin's voice echoed through the emptiness, "Chaos springs from the primordial void, and transcendence springs from chaos. This what it means to become a true sovereign."
In the blink of an eye, the entire primordial void seemed to condense, and the lightning that struck down from it condensed into Severin's figure. Gazing upon the vast emptiness all around him, Severin touched the imprint on his forehead. Its purple glow began to pulsate, and a simple thought sufficed to cause a grand, chaotic realm to materialize before him in the void.
Eons passed unnoticed as the chaotic realm unfolded, birthing a bubble-like expanse that teemed with life. Familiar faces emerged—Creatia, Lawrence, and Callide, among others, graced the Nine Heavens with their presence.
Severin's thoughts covered the entire world, sculpting a myriad of creatures and rewinding the timeline to its genesis. Before long, the world splintered into three, and each fragment evolved independently. The cycle repeated and mirrored the impressions etched in his mind's eye.
He witnessed the rise of the Imperial Court, and the valorous battles led by Callide and the other Dominus Nosters against the invaders from beyond. At the heart of Heaven Palace, his wives Diane, Sheila, Sofia, and Gilda spent their days gazing at the sky above and waiting earnestly for his return. They had gone from true immortals to quasi-royal celestials, and it seemed only a matter of time until they become full-fledged royal celestials.
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