Chapter 1055 - Meeting the Wise Ones (2/2)
Was their birth in itself a miracle?
No, certainly not. Those probabilities were given form by the uncountable 'cushioning' and sacrifices, as well as combining endless legacies.
It was just like the three fallen Wise Ones. Though it was impossible for normal beings to resist the power of the Wise One of the Future, but the consecutive sacrifices of the three Wise Ones, their offering, and legacies granted the Multiverse a fundamental resistance against the Chaos, the most basic of foundations. In turn, the 'impossible' was reversed, and the fraction of a chance came to be.
And now, Joshua himself had come.
Miracles are things beyond the ordinary, things which cannot really be achieved, existing beyond all expectations.
It was like how the unordinary came to be amongst the ordinary.
It was like how a consciousness yearning to fight in a world without the extraordinary had arrived upon a world with it, overflowing with endless battles.
Karlis, I do not need a purpose to fight, or become a Wise One of War, Strife, or Conflict.
It is only those who yearn who would want something and hence create. Likewise, there are those who cannot be everything even now, lacking something, that they would hence want to be something.
I do not yearn for the power to resist.
Because I am war.
And now, I choose to become a miracle.
I, who have come from an unknown world from another Multiverse, have arrived here, a Multiverse filled with battles.
If this is not a miracle, what would be?
***
The boundless Flame continued darting away as the warrior thundered, stirred terrific tides upon the rippling radiance of the Initial Flame.
All things improve through strife, struggling for dominance through competition. I am an incarnation of such spirit and instincts, and at the same time, I am the miracle who surpasses self and the Multiverse, the only probability which could ever be replicated!
He hence met Shadow.
He could see the churning shade.
In the Primeval Light, shadow was lurking and cascading. The light which originated from infinite parallel worlds pierced it, but was also eroded in turn. As the demon with a profound silhouette noticed the Flame that was streaking towards him, he laughed heartily.
You have finally come, successor of mine. My friend, you have been very late, although you had surpassed self and battle…
It is truly a miracle.
The Shadow, which was bound to the unlimited, appeared to be resisting something. At the present origin point of the Multiverse, the beings of Infinity were fighting, their battle stretching across boundless domains, a resistance mounted across every angle of dimensions, mutually nullifying and killing.
The burning Flame passed him by and showed a smile.
***
He hence met Elements.
He could see a condensed crystalline body.
In the Primeval Light, monumental crystalline bodies materialized from innumerable elements was lingering within dark shroud. He appeared to be pulled into the single worst probability in the infinite parallel worlds, but he was also entrenched upon those same realms, piercing all connections that existed. Noticing the Flame darting towards himself, the crystal being sighed emotionally.
Simply outstanding. Two Wise Ones proven to exist and have arrived so naturally. Seeing you, I feel as if this resistance which has lasted countless years has not been without meaning.
Go forth in haste. We shall work together to postpone Future, but we are still a class below.
Even so, we absolutely cannot allow him to succeed!
In the distant vicinity of the Initial Flame, large sheets of shadows could vaguely be seen: the limitlessly profound and spreading source of radiance where the Multiverse had been born appeared to have been engulfed in great shroud. It appears that the Infinite Ring project of the first civilizations which did not succeed was going to now, and countless times more successful than they would imagine!
The burning Flame passed him by, and made his will evident.
***
He hence met Ether.
He could see a formless swirl.
In the Primeval Light, countless bounded field 'beings' were being billowed by a raging gale that swept through the unlimited parallel worlds. It appeared bent on blowing away the lifeform's very structure, crumbling and shattering it, scattering its remains upon the deadest and most impossible scorched earth in the parallel worlds. Even so, he would flow along with the same tempest, never changing for a fraction even after crossing millions of worlds. As the bounded field lifeform noticed the Flame darting towards himself, he felt glad.
Although I do not really understand the purpose in fighting or why the Multiverse has been reduced to such a horrible state, I still know that fighting and triumphing over Future is the only way for all peace to be restored.
Do not worry about us. If we could last for countless years already, we certainly would be able to keep resisting him countless years more—o miracle of eternal war, let us combine our might to put an end to the Ring of Tragedy which pierces beginning and end!
Those massive shrouds were the uncountable mayflies: they were encircling the Initial Flame, remembering all information and probabilities dispersing away from it, spreading the Chaos and forcing all creation to be infected by their very own existence.
They created the Perished Eternity and used the Eternity for remembrance, as well as unlimited power to rule over the infinite futures.
The burning Flame passed him by and made his resolve evident.
***
Then, at the very end.
He finally met Holy Light.
He could see the gentle and soft Light which resembled the Initial Flame, seemingly nurturing and accommodating all that existed.
The Light, a radiant human figure, was laden with holes. He appeared to have been grievously hurt again and again, but he never once took a single step back, and instead prevented the swarm of mayflies bent on completely enshrouding the Initial Flame—at the same time, that Light would do all he could to advance as if to break through the massive layers of seals and the innumerable obstacles, and to fuse himself entirely into the Initial Flame.
And then, the sacred and radiant human figure noticed the Flame darting towards him, and he gazed upon the warrior before showing a smile.
Hurry…my brethren, my heir and friend who can finally stand alongside myself. Joshua van Radcliffe, Wise One of Miracles, lend me a hand and break through the locks of Future, and send me into the Initial Flame!
Sacrifice me, a Wise One who is remarkably similar to the Initial Flame to slightly change its essence, reshape the essence of the Multiverse, so that everything Future has done would go to waste, and reduce all his plans to nothing!
That would also have Future realize that mere 'memories' is simply meaningless. It is only remembrance and love which hold true meaning for existence!
***
The radiant human figure was filled with great resolve and determination. Never had there been a being like him who so earnestly loved all beings in the Multiverse and wished to aid all life—he was hopeful, even as he stood against the Wise One of the Future who wanted to remember and rule over all things in the Multiverse.
The Flame was burning in silence. When he had met the Sage whom he had been chasing after all along and saw that pure-white back which had been kept at heart by all humans, the warrior wanted to say and declare many things.
But in the end, the burning Flame simply swayed in response to the Sage's request, as if shaking his head.
He simply used that one response which he liked and used most frequently.
”No.”
Joshua slowly smiled, his expression peerlessly staunch.
”I refuse.”