"Fear, instinct, the proof of existence."
Yet Flalle rely smiled and said, "Excellent... You show a tendency to beco an independent entity, which would be sowhat troubleso if you were rely a scattered collection of essences."
"To simply harness the elents of annihilation, then..."
The divine of the realm of alchemy tapped his scepter. In just a fleeting mont amidst the endless elents of annihilation, countless regular pentagons appeared out of nowhere, each maintaining an exact equal distance from all others around them. The gaps that seed to exist between them actually ford an absolutely sealed net.
If one could observe from a higher perspective, they would see that these nurous pentagons... had encapsulated the very concept of the deepest abyss of destruction within a sphere!
The destructive vibrations that emanated from its fear were instantly nullified upon contact with the invisible barrier ford by the interconnected pentagons.
"Hmm... The erosion rate is much lower than anticipated. Perhaps the nascent consciousness makes it more difficult to purely, instinctively wield the power at the core of the Zero Realm Enigma. What a pity."
Flalle gazed at the violently trembling irregular polyhedron, murmuring to himself, "Do not disappoint ."
With a slight forward motion of his scepter, the spherical seal ford by the pentagons rapidly closed in.
"Regeneration, eternity, harmony, stasis... Seventeen elents achieve the most perfect combination in an instant!"
Toradon’s eyes blazed with a disturbing, morbid fervor, "The pinnacle of creation… the miracle of alchemy!"
"Here we go again." Lawrence, perched on Ansel’s shoulder, curled his lip in disdain, "The mont the boss makes a move, Toradon starts raving. I can hardly stand the guy. But, although I say this..."
He licked his fangs, his small eyes emitting a blinding blood-red light: "The boss is indeed... the most invincible existence in this world!"
How perilous is this abyss of pure destruction, composed of the essence of annihilation?
It ceaselessly destroys everything except destruction itself, not limited to physical entities, but also... concepts.
The concept of light, of life, of gazing... Even the pact heads are unable to converse without sufficient power, as the abstract concepts of sound, communication, and transmission are also eradicated.
Yet within this absolute annihilation, Flalle effortlessly sealed the conceptual existence born from this destruction with the bizarre "regular pentagons" he conjured from nothing.
In a re thought, an alchemical creation containing seventeen complex elents materialized from thin air. No one witnessed the process of its making, not the procedure, not the tools, not even the environnt... Flalle did not even present the raw materials, yet it appeared so.
To create amidst utter destruction, and to do so… with such ease.
This power is the spiritUal essence that Flalle of Hydral possesses, the reason he stands unparalleled in the field of alchemy, with no predecessors and likely no successors.
As long as he can construct a sufficiently precise understanding of the principles and effects, he can disregard any axiom, law, or rule of the world. No tools, no process, not even materials are necessary, only the output of ether... to create anything desired from nothing.
Spiritual Essence · The Creator!
Of course, this essence is limited by Flalle’s cognition and stature, still a distance from true omnipotence. There are still so things he must create through the normal alchemical process, but such things are few for Flalle, which also signifies... just how precious they are.
For Flalle, creation is an instinct, a triviality that can be realized with a re gesture. Only the most challenging, most precious, or... personally significant things prompt him to proceed with the thodical process of alchemy. Stay tuned to .Côm
Flalle quietly observed as he effortlessly sealed off the core of the abyss of destruction, his eyebrows suddenly raising in a gesture of realization.
"We can’t just let those two ladies idle away in this pitch darkness, right, Ans?"
He turned to Ansel, a smile playing in his nearly identical sea-blue eyes:
"You need to complete this journey with them, in the light."
"Then..."
Flalle casually waved his hand: "Let there be light."
Thus, the divine being, who had already reached the pinnacle of creation, conjured light amidst the endless destruction and darkness… for his son and those dear to him.
*
The journey back was much livelier than the way there, with five pact heads of varying but generally approachable personalities chatting casually, Flalle never restricting their relaxed deanor.
Flalle, toying with a dark orb of light in his hand, then addressed the three young people behind him: "How do you feel about this short trip?"
Ansel remained silent, the "intellectually rich" Seraphina scratched her head, unsure of how to respond, until Helen spoke up to avoid the awkward silence:
"It broadened my horizons, making realize... the true vastness of the world."
"Heh, thinking that we might just be one of the countless enigmas, do you feel insignificant?"
The divine species laughed heartily: "That’s unnecessary, our world is undoubtedly the core of this vast enigma."
"Even if... the Zero Realm Enigma is infinite?"
"The Zero Realm Enigma is never infinite; it rely cycles through creation and destruction. As for why I’m so certain our world is the core, you might understand it as... well, the perception of a divine species."
Flalle generously explained secrets that most people would never learn in their lifetis to Helen.
The petite scholar nodded thoughtfully, respectfully saying, "I’ve learned much, Mr. Flalle."
"Not discussing the alchemy we just witnessed... very pragmatic, little Helen."
Flalle nodded with a smile: "I appreciate your down-to-earth nature."
Then, he turned to the sowhat timid Seraphina, half-hidden behind Ansel, stamring unsure of what to say: "And you, little Seraphina?"
"I... um..."
Miss Wolf awkwardly shifted her gaze: "I... actually really wanted to go up there and fight the thing you were controlling, Mr. Flalle. Does that count as a thought?"
Flalle paused, then laughed even louder:
"How could it not count! The courage to fight and battle... that’s indeed the greatest value of Ans’s pact head, and you should be proud of it, Seri."
This of course thrilled Seraphina, but she was no longer the fool who would charge headlong like a wild boar. The young girl tried her best to restrain her joy, cautiously saying, "But... recklessly provoking those beyond my reach could cause trouble for Ansel."
"Who is perfect from the start? You will always grow, Seri."
Flalle smiled at Ansel: "Even Ans wasn’t always like this—"
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