REALM OF DEATH.
The force of End had departed from the Realm of Death, but the Beast still pondered on its words. The allure of that much power was entrancing, and in the moments that End was with the Beast, it had gained so much knowledge.
Who could have known that there was a hidden concept for immortality, or that there were so many ways to grow stronger outside what the Temple of End understood?
Death could pay any price for a fraction of that power and potential that it had seen, but the price was a bit too much. To become the embodiment of End would mean that it would fundamentally become something new, and it did not want to change.
Death serves a purpose, and although it was sentient, it did not mean it wanted to go against itself; that would be like killing it. End may have shown it the path to power, but the price meant that Death had to kill itself.
The Beast of Final Rest was powerful and complete, and every day that passes it grew stronger. When it began harvesting Deaths from shattered Existences of the past, the Beast had been amazed by how much Deaths there had been, and how much Existence had come and gone... it was so much that it was clearly unnatural.
Although it was tempted by the offer of End, it set itself on this goal to grow as strong as it could until it could reach the first Death in Existence, and before it would kill it, the Beast would ask, what led to the creation of Death? How did the first Existence die?
If it could know the answers to these questions, then the Beast felt that it would be in the best position to either accept the offer of End or refuse it.
With the power it was offering, the Beast was assured of becoming the ultimate ruler of Existence, turning the entirety of Existence into its image, but if that offer would make that image something that it could not comprehend, then it would not accept.
Using the technique that had been taught to it by Lumen, the Beast of Final Rest fashioned its Will into a dimensional drill that pierced through the veil of Existence, into the dimension of the Past.
It did not know how Lumen was able to pierce through this unknown layer of Time, but it did not feel like Time, because it seemed to be a separate individual dimension.
It was always surprising that the mysteries that surrounded Existence always seemed to be endless, and the more they knew, the more they understood that they did not know enough.
In simple things like showing Death the road to an entirely new Dimension and giving the Beast the tool to harness that power that made everything seem almost unreal.
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