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The Illusion let a Soul emerge.
The Forgotten guided its path.
The Formless let it touch the flesh.
The Endless let it last.
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The Mutated, the last of them all,
The Mutated let it devour the Bridges
Thus, a Creature was reborn.
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A Being that was [Not One, But Innumerable] witnessed the fruit of its blasphemous pursuit.
Defying the Eternals, it had lured a soul to a foreign Reality. However, the unnamed horrors had annihilated Creations for less.
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Ceaselessly devoured as the Being was, it cared not for the consequences. If it had to End, it would. Gladly even.
But it would be devoured no more.
The blasphemous criminal had, thus, stolen a soul from its chosen Dharma, its chosen path.
A soul whose past, present and future reeked of its Dharma, stagnant through the aeons, despite the parasitism it havocked.
Crushed by punishing emotions, the Being had desired another soul. Any other soul.
However, the Being didn't have the luxury of choice.
Time was the parasite's tool, endlessly chipping away at the Being's existence, leaving behind less and less and less.
With the will of Eternals blasphemed, there was nothing left that the Being didn't hesitate to defy.
Brazenly, it desecrated the rules of Tilism, the Realities and the Creations.
It changed the stolen soul's Dharma.
Thus, no longer would the soul be a parasite, surviving through the collective power of its kind. Instead, the soul would now have to thrive, seeking power to call its own.
The Being that was [Not One, But Innumerable] shuddered as the silent gazes of the Eternals grazed past its ethereal existence. The Being's very core quivered in unfathomable terror.
Yet, it refused to submit.
It refused to feed the parasites.
Thus, a Dharmic soul was now but a pawn against the very Keepers of the Tilism, the myriad Creations and the endless Realities within.
As was intended, from a puny Mortal to a mighty Immortal.
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Somewhere within the layered Realities, parallel Creations and warped Tilism, an ethereal book flipped its pages.
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