Existence at this moment was like a vast sheet of glass that a dozen mountains had been dropped upon, and it shattered as an infinite host of horrors slammed against the shields of the Origin Realm.
It was unknown whether in the history of all the Existences that had ever been up to this moment, there had ever been a sight like this one, as concentric waves of force rippled out from the endless points of impacts and radiated out into the rest of Existence.
You could not imagine the sound or the sight of this moment, and even the heart of a god would be shaken to death upon seeing this moment.
While the host created by the Primordials was vast, they were not supposed to be truly infinite, for that to happen, they needed much more than a hundred million years to accomplish this, but there was another sneaky hand in the background manipulating events.
Originally, the Ancient Primordials were bad creators, and although they had the potential to create such monstrosities, they should have failed in this task a lot of times before they succeeded, and yet every one of their creations came to life, and expanded quite fast.
End had ensured that every time they made anything that should have been rejected by Origin and sent into End as waste and unfit to leave, End rejected them, and they remained inside Existence, polluting it and shattering the fragile balance that existed within it.
For instance, every creature created by the Ancient Primordials could endlessly multiply, creating countless offspring. And yet, all of these creatures were ridiculously powerful, and they should not be able to expand so drastically in an exponential manner, and Origin would have rejected such a design because it would break the fragile balance of life within as no species in Existence would be able to contend against such an invasive species, but Origin had long being silenced and suppressed and there was only one location left where it still ruled, and it was now under peril.
The shields groaned under the strain of infinity poured upon them, and it did not help that this infinity was hungry and malevolent. Those inside the Origin Realms trembled as the heavens and the earth were covered by blackness and glowing red light, and they knew that if the shields collapsed, the weight of infinity would pour on their heads.
And yet, despite this fear, they maintained a disciplined pace as they proceeded with their task. From the moment they were born, they knew that this day would come, and if the heavens were to collapse, there would be those who would hold it up, and if those who held up the heavens fell, then they would fight to the last, honoring their home and their place of birth.
Countless lives, from mortals to immortals, their fate hung in the balance, and they could only occasionally glance up at the sky to the massive shield spanning the entirety of the heavens and the earth, groaning in pain as it held back the wrath of all endings.
Moments passed, then seconds, then hours... and miraculously, the shield was holding, far past when it should not, and a wave of awe and fearful expectation was arising in the heart of everyone inside the Origin Realm that perhaps the shield could hold... then a cry emerged from the Origin Realm of Serene Ascension, and a blade of light shining with a fierce white color rose from the Realm.
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