Free Web NovelChapter 61: Chapter 61: The Price of Eternity
The void had forgotten silence.
Once, before creation, before stars, before worlds, silence had been the natural state of existence.
Now it no longer existed.
The battlefield of the Primordials had become a place where laws shattered every second.
Light screamed.
Fire howled.
Creation twisted.
And at the center of it all stood The First Dream.
The ancient crown above his head glowed with unstable radiance.
For the first time in countless ages, the adaptation woven into his existence struggled to keep pace.
Not because his enemies had become stronger.
Not because he had become weaker.
But because they had finally abandoned restraint.
The remaining Overlords no longer fought to suppress him.
They fought to erase him.
The realization brought a strange calm.
The Second Dream lunges at First Dream with the origin blade but the First dream dodges and lands a hit on her face.
The Second Dream tosses the Origin blade to the Archon of light while backing away.
The Archon of Light fully clad in armor of light launches multiple attacks of light at the First Dream.
The First Dream dodges light attacks but gets by the sneak attack from The Archon light holding the Origin Blade.
The First Dream gets hit from the blade multiple times and compress light and fire to make an explosion launching himself back.
The First Dream drifted through the broken void, observing the three figures surrounding him.
Miracle of Fire.
Archon of Light.
Second Dream.
Three companions from an age before time.
Three beings who had once stood beside him in endless nothingness.
Three beings when they realized the nature of my existence.
Three beings who now wished for my end.
How strange.
How predictable.
How disappointing.
The First Dream raised his gaze.
The Archon of Light tossed the Origin Cleaver to Miracle of Fire.
The Origin Cleaver rested in Miracle of Fire’s hands.
The weapon radiated no power.
No aura.
No divine presence.
And that was precisely why it was terrifying.
Everything else in existence obeyed laws of some sort.
The Origin Cleaver did not.
It simply existed.
A relic from before existence itself.
An impossibility older than reality.
The First Dream could still feel the wound it had left.
A sensation he had nearly felt before.
Pain.
The cut remained.
His adaptation worked endlessly.
Divine essence flowed.
Concepts shifted.
Reality bent around the injury.
Yet the wound remained.
Not widening.
Not healing.
Simply existing.
A contradiction.
The First Dream laughed quietly.
The sound echoed through shattered universes.
"It seems your plan is working."
The three Overlords paused.
Miracle of Fire smiled.
A cruel smile.
A victorious smile.
For the first time since the battle began, hope appeared in his eyes.
"Of course it is."
The First Dream said nothing.
Miracle of Fire continued.
"You always thought yourself untouchable."
The flames around him intensified.
"You always believed adaptation would save you."
The Origin Cleaver rose.
"You should have disappeared long ago."
The words carried genuine hatred.
Ancient hatred.
The First Dream remained silent.
Archon of Light finally spoke.
His voice carried neither anger nor satisfaction.
Only certainty.
"You should have followed the Essence of Void."
The First Dream’s gaze shifted.
For a brief moment the battlefield seemed to freeze.
Essence of Void.
The forgotten sixth.
The name carried ancient memories.
Ancient wounds.
Ancient regrets.
The Archon continued.
"The moment she left existence, you should have gone with him."
Miracle of Fire laughed.
"Both of your powers were disgusting."
Second Dream nodded.
"Unnatural."
The First Dream listened.
Not with anger.
Not with outrage.
Only curiosity.
After all this time, they were finally honest.
No discussions.
No excuses.
No philosophy.
Just honesty.
They hated him.
They hated what he represented.
Change.
Adaptation.
Survival.
The refusal to accept fate.
The First Dream looked at them.
"You truly believe that."
"Yes."
The answer came immediately.
All three spoke together.
For a moment, the battlefield became silent.
Then The First Dream smiled.
Not a mocking smile.
Not a cruel smile.
A sad smile.
"So that was it."
The others frowned.
The First Dream’s voice became distant.
"You were never angry because I opposed the universes."
The crown pulsed.
"You feared what I represented."
The void trembled.
"Interesting."
No one answered.
Because no answer existed.
Deep down, they knew he was right.
The Second Dream suddenly moved.
Creation surged.
Entire galaxies materialized from nothingness.
Mountains larger than worlds appeared.
Rivers of starlight erupted across reality.
The First Dream reacted instantly.
Adaptation activated.
His crown blazed.
Reality shifted.
The newly created structures warped and folded.
The attack lost momentum.
But that wasn’t the point.
The Second Dream wasn’t trying to win.
He was creating an opening.
Miracle of Fire understood immediately.
The Origin Cleaver left his hand.
The weapon spun through the void.
The First Dream’s eyes narrowed.
Danger.
Real danger.
For the first time in ages, genuine danger.
He moved.
The battlefield exploded into motion.
The Origin Cleaver flew toward Archon of Light.
The exchange lasted less than a heartbeat.
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The First Dream lunged.
Not toward the weapon.
Toward the Second Dream.
The creator.
The weakest combatant among the remaining Overlords.
The strategist.
The source.
Second Dream immediately understood.
Panic crossed her face.
Creation erupted.
Thousands of barriers appeared.
Millions of worlds manifested.
Entire dimensions unfolded between them.
The First Dream ignored everything.
Adaptation surged.
His crown glowed so brightly that reality itself began to fracture.
The created dimensions became pathways.
The barriers became stepping stones.
The obstacles became tools.
Everything the Second Dream created was immediately analyzed.
Immediately understood.
Immediately overcome.
The distance vanished.
The First Dream reached him.
Second Dream stumbled backward.
For the first time during the war—
Fear appeared.
Real fear.
Archon of Light moved to intercept.
Radiance filled existence.
Infinite spears of light descended.
Each one capable of destroying worlds.
Each one moving faster than causality.
The First Dream used Creation to form a barrier and then....
The First Dream raised his hand.
Creation.
Fire.
Adaptation.
Three powers collided.
Space folded.
Dark spheres emerged.
Not true black holes.
Something stranger.
Constructs born from fused principles.
Living voids.
The attacks struck them.
The spheres devoured everything.
Light disappeared.
Energy vanished.
Reality dissolved.
Archon of Light frowned.
The First Dream’s smile widened.
The adaptation crown shook violently.
The process strained even him.
But it worked.
The attacks continued.
The spheres continued feeding.
Growing.
Changing.
Evolving.
The absorbed energy accumulated.
Waiting.
The battlefield itself began to tremble.
Meanwhile, Miracle of Fire attacked the barrier.
Flames erupted.
The Second Dream joined him.
Creation reinforced destruction.
The protective wall around their target began cracking.
Again.
And again.
And again.
The First Dream watched.
Calculating.
Analyzing.
Time was running out.
The barrier would not last forever.
Second Dream knew it.
Miracle of Fire knew it.
Archon of Light knew it.
Everyone knew it.
The opportunity was closing.
He needed one decisive move.
One overwhelming strike.
One attack powerful enough to change the battle.
The adaptation crown pulsed.
Light.
Fire.
Creation.
Concepts merged.
Reality protested.
The void screamed.
The First Dream gathered the absorbed energy.
Compressed it.
Condensed it.
Refined it.
The growing mass became unstable.
Even the Primordials stared.
Because what he was creating should not have existed.
A fusion beyond conventional divine arts.
A convergence of opposing principles.
An impossibility.
Archon of Light sensed the danger.
His expression changed.
For the first time.
Urgency appeared.
Thousands of shields manifested.
Then tens of thousands.
Then hundreds of thousands.
Each shield contained enough power to protect a universe.
Each one layered upon the next.
A fortress of light.
A monument to survival.
A declaration that he refused to fall.
The First Dream watched quietly.
The barrier behind him shattered.
Miracle of Fire and Second Dream finally broke through.
Too late.
The attack was ready.
The First Dream spoke.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Simply.
"Extinction Ray."
The void froze.
The attack launched.
No explosion followed.
No shockwave.
Only a beam.
A single line of impossible energy.
The shields met it.
The first vanished.
Then the second.
Then the third.
Thousands disappeared.
Layer after layer collapsed.
The beam continued.
Relentless.
Unstoppable.
Inevitable.
Archon of Light poured everything into his defenses.
The fortress glowed brighter.
The ray grew stronger.
The collision illuminated existence itself.
Then—
The final shield broke.
The beam reached its target.
The aftermath changed everything.
Archon of Light remained standing.
Barely.
The radiance surrounding him flickered.
His form looked unstable.
Dimmer.
Weaker.
Yet he still stood.
The First Dream stared.
The Archon stared back.
Neither spoke.
Neither moved.
Then Miracle of Fire struck.
The First Dream was thrown backward.
Second Dream followed.
Creation and fire combined.
The battlefield collapsed again.
Reality fragmented.
The ancient war continued.
The three Overlords surrounded him.
Determined.
Exhausted.
Terrified.
Yet unwilling to retreat.
The First Dream rose slowly.
His adaptation continued working.
His crown continued glowing.
His expression remained calm.
Even now.
Even wounded.
Even surrounded.
He remained dangerous.
The remaining Overlords knew it.
That was why they refused to stop.
Miracle of Fire pointed the Origin Cleaver toward him.
"We will kill you."
Second Dream nodded.
"This ends today."
Archon of Light remained silent.
Yet his silence carried agreement.
The First Dream looked at them.
Then he laughed.
A quiet laugh.
The laugh of someone standing at the edge of eternity.
Perhaps they truly believed victory was near.
Perhaps they truly believed they had cornered him.
Perhaps they truly believed fate had already chosen a winner.
Then something changed.
A glow emerged.
At first it seemed insignificant.
Then it intensified.
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Brighter.
Brighter.
The battlefield froze.
Every eye turned toward Archon of Light.
The radiance surrounding him expanded.
The wounded Overlord began shining with impossible intensity.
Stars formed around him.
Galaxies spiraled into existence.
Entire universes appeared and vanished within his aura.
The light became unbearable.
Even Miracle of Fire stepped back.
Even Second Dream stared in shock.
The First Dream’s smile faded.
Because he understood.
Archon of Light had made a decision.
A final decision.
A dangerous decision.
The radiance continued growing.
And for the first time since the war began—
Even The First Dream became serious.
The light kept rising.
Brighter.
And brighter.
And brighter.
Then the battlefield vanished beneath its glow.
