Actualities Of Madness

Middleville city

The sun smiled on the small town, bungalow buildings beautified the town in a complex state it almost simulated an indigenous local estate. The small town was surrounded by an evergreen forest that seemed predominant across the city, it's also known to be an illegal border for migrants all the way from middleville to Arizona north. The asphalt road only led backward and forward into New York and Scotts town respectively.

From a semi-detached building painted with two different colours vertically green and orange with yellow stripes, at the end of doorstep were two decorative flowers and a brown leather doormat. A man in his early twenties walked out as the door smirked open, he had a black curl short hair and blue eyes, his chocolate skin glowed to the sun's ray on him. He smartened his black suit finalising his white tie round his neck before walking towards a black Mercedes Benz parked before his doorstep. The car wailed in alarm as he jerked the door open but it soon went off as he shut the door, slowly the car groaned to life and soon went off immediately his cellphone rang in his pocket. His facial feature frowned in adjustment and disturbance as he brought out the phone sighting the name on the screen. James Nolan, the errand boy for the New Dawn company. A very successful company that deals in the creating of news reports and newspapers for the country.

"Yeah James?" His icy voice echoed after answering the call.

"Oh Mr Pat, there has been a change of plan in the system and the director had to change yours too for the day." A tiny voice rang out.

Pat sighed frustratedly.

"What's it this time James?" He asked.

"You'll have to pick me up first because he said we are going to Huntsville together."

"Damn, that place is a fucking desert." Pat restorted acidly, his face frowned in disgust "there's no way my car is going down there!" He added remotely.

"Errr... Actually, that was what the directer instructed sir, perhaps you should give him a call." James suggested.

Pat groaned and rolled his eyes unamazed.

"Nevermind, I'll be there with you very soon." He ended the call and the car roared out, he ambled the gear lever and the car walked slowly forward before racing down the asphalt road like a jet ray.

He sat relieved, breathing unhurridly. His life has been a successful one even though his father ruined his family political life according to his research, he wheeled to the left and halted to the sloth movement of cars in the slow-moving traffic. Everyone knew his origin as the famous incruenta meaning bloodless and according to that he eventually learnt his father was a famous black Spanish man indulged in illegal activities known all over the continent ranging from trafficking of drugs, weapons, women and sorts. His mind skipped as he moved slowly to the traffic but non of these bothered his mind, he only stared at the horizon thinking he'd sight the errand ghost of New Dawn company but he was no where to be seen. The car halted again and he rested his back into the seat.

Pat Lee was an orphan, not virtually an orphan but at his early stage of understanding, he never grew up with his father nor his mother. Everything about his life wasn't just vividly known to the outside world but also made him famous, some even knew more about him than he could describe himself. His mother died from heart attack after his father was apprehended by the government personnel, Alpha Squadrons. Since then, he has been living under the government supports onto this very moment that he got a job with the greatest reporter company in the world, the New Dawn and on this, he became a millionaire.

"Hey!" A voice brought him back to reality, he turned his head to his right to see a brown hair teen probably above nineteen in white turned in shirt, black trouser and black boots.

He smiled "get in."

James hopped in thanks to the slow traffic, he relaxed breathing heavily like a sprinter.

Pat sighed "so what's with the desert land anyway?"

"Director Shawn agreed with the heads of establishement, they both decided we move another branch to Huntsville." James explained.

"Fuck!" Pat cursed under his breath.

The traffic was a peril one and judging by the longitude, it was going to take hell of a time to get to Huntsville and getting there isn't the issue but the city's swampy bay.

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Huntsville

A black Mercedes halted on the swampy oozing road, it looked like the town just experienced a heavy down pour. Trees danced at each sides of the road softly to the winds tune, but the car could not move any further. He knew this was obviously going to happen.

Huntville has been one of the low populated town in middleville because of it polluted area mostly occupied by swamps and muds capable of consuming a man from the surface of visibility. Pat knew this was going to happen, he knew they would have to trek into the town zone to visualise the land itself but he's not doing that, he won't.

He walked out of the car, his shoes smuddling mud like sand. He looked at the horizon with a mixture of disgust and enthusiast to the cool breeze and fresh river smell, he wanted the land so badly for the company but huntville is void of huge buildings to avoid destruction of properties and even lives. He walked forward with James tagged behind, they walked for seconds and slowly into minutes until Pat couldn't go any further. He turned at James with a worried face, he noticed a gloomy reaction on the latter's face but he was trying to subdue his suggestions.

"So what are we doing here again?" James asked coldly.

Pat looked at him not amazed but puzzled "to catch bugs dummy!" Pat insulted "these land is of no use to the New Dawn company, it's a swamp bay James." He turned at the vicinity "this land would cost us billions to fill." He added.

"Yeah, i noticed that." James responded discomfortedly.

They turned to return to the car but a soft tone caught their attentions, Pat listened attentively to the song's lyrics and was able to lodge out the song to be mannequin by the famous dead rapper Pop smoke, one of his best. It was coming from a log restaurant not far from the swampy bay, perhaps few feets.

He turned back at James "you drink?" He asked with a chilly gummy smile.

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"What can i offer you masters?" A bartender asked distorting the pleasant view of the restaurant before them.

The walls of the bar were rectangular and wide enough to host a heavy long night party. Although the floor was concrete but every other parts of the restaurant were wood partitioned, including the walls, chairs, tables and other service equipments. They sat on wooden stools arranged in two rows with a middle table set in a glass-like posture.

Pay sighed "two bottles of whisky pls!" He replied.

"No...no...no! I don't take alcohol." James alarmed intelligently.

Pat hummed, not surprised but mockingly.

"A bottle of whisky and a coffee."

"We don't actually serve coffee sir." The bartender replied lost in words.

Pat scoffed and dropped his head in embarrassment.

"Okay! Just one soft drink and a whisky pls." James corrected.

Pat raised his head "make it two bottles of whisky." He snapped his fingers and the bartender walked away. Thanks to the empty bar, Pat felt his embarrassment self sustaining and easy to quench.

"Can I be real with you Mr Pat?" James cut in.

"Affirmative." Pat nodded still admiring the bar's structure.

"I'm actually fed up with this job, I'd like to be something else...do something else."

Pat raised an eye brow "like what? A taxi driver?" He snorted.

"Hell no." James winched.

Pat smiled.

"I want to be an astrologist." James said.

Pat laughed heartily "the bug's gat a booty."

"I'm serious Mr Pat, i studied astrology back in high school." He paused "you've no idea what I'm talking about." James frowned his face "you came from a political family, you can have whatever you want."

Pat cut in "...and a freaking criminalizing father, yeah i get that."

"That's definitely not what I meant but you guessed right, besides who cares? You're handsome, smart, best reporter in new york and a fucking millionaire...What else did you want?"

"Actually, i..." His voice tailed off as two men walked chattering loudly into the bar, simultaneously the bartender arrived with the drinks, dropped them on the table and walked off. One of the men recognised Pat and he knew that but he choose to ignore the men. They walked towards Pat with a grin but he never drift his attention toward the men. It was an everyday experience for him to be apprehended by most people due to his familiarity and famous background, he's a freaking millionaire walking amongst men.

"Hey! I know you." The man said. He had bald head and a scar stitch on his left cheek, he was dressed in an armless blue shirt which had a new york symbol on it, blue dirty jean and black slippers.

Pat sighed and turned at the man and his colleague, James had a gloomy feeling this wasn't going to end well but with Pat, he felt relaxed.

"I'm not in the mood for autographs guys." Pat said before sipping from his whisky mud.

The man scoffed in recognition "I knew it, it's incruenta's son!"

Pat felt a boil within him, it was like a cougar in him was let loose. Even James noticed it on his face, his face turned red with rage.

"Uh oh!" James muttered mutely.

Pat relaxed his breath then dropped the whisky bottle on the table, he hates been called that name. He hated it so badly he could do anything out of anger. He rose on his feet giving James a calm smile.

"Seat and relax!" He said to james before turning at the men, his face justified the anger dwelling inside him. Even though he tried to eliminate it from been seen on his face, James could still see the blink on his face.

"Call me bloodless son one more time." He said in an almost toneless voice.

The men faced each other and smiles exhaled their lips, the bald man turned at Pat with narrow eyes.

"Incruenta's son." The man said but before his smiling lips could let out a guffaw, CRASH! A rigid collision caused him staggering back, his head bleeding with bottle particles buried inside his head.

The man yelled in pain as he held his head emotionally baffled.

Pat stood, face blunt with anger and a broken bottle in his left hand "next?" He said and the other man charged at him.

BAM! He slammed the car's door as he entered followed by James, the scenario back in the bar really amazed James. It was like watching a live action of Van Damme back in there. Bills were been paid for damages including the broken men, Pat felt guilty for bashing them but he hated his father, there was no limit to his father's hatred in him. The car groaned to life, he ambled the gear lever to reverse and the car zoomed backward. After a u-turn, the car paced down the muddy road and into the open asphalt street.

"Where did you learn combat?" James couldn't help but asked after a short while of nurturing his patience.

Pat steadied his eyes on the road "been the son of a bastard criminal, doesn't that ring a bell to you?"

"Indeed.".James finalised kidding positively.

"So concerning your dream, I've an advise for ya!" Pat said "there's this shuttle site in Arizona, perhaps you could find what you're looking for there."

James beamed a smile "really?"

"Yeah but the site is under governmental supports." Pat added.

"The alpha squadron? I can deal with them." James replied "So what about you?"

Pat sighed "I'll continue my life here as the bloodless son in middleville, huntville and new york." Pat responded "besides, i love it here! It's my mother's home."

"What about your father?" James managed to ask to avoid discomfort in the calmness on ground.

"Dead or alive, i don't care. The alpha squadrons had him dealt with." Pat responded acidly.

"So you don't know if he's dead or not?" James asked with a concerned tone.

Pat responded "don't know, don't care."

James scoffed bitterly "you really do hate him. "

"I don't, he forced me." Pat responded, gazed fixed at the horizon.

James sighed "That's deep."

The sun has gone out of the horizon and darkness stepped in slowly like a ghost in the dark, the street light poles were the only lights available as darkness subdued the land slowly but faster than they could imagine and as they moved out of huntville approaching middleville city the darkness intensified. The night was twilight but was a little quite, cars were scares on the street including pedestrians. It was like the day took everything along with it.

"I'll be good here." James urged and the car halted smoothly.

Pat sighed again "So what are you going to do now?" Pat asked holding firmly to the steering.

"I don't know, i guess i'd be moving to arizona very soon to start a new life."

"Great." Pat gave him a thumb up.

"Thanks Mr Pat, I'm really grateful and forever in your dept." James smiled "I'm gonna miss you."

Pat scoffed "Arizona is at the tip of middleville, i can pay you visit anytime i want."

James smiled and exited the car, Pat stepped on it and the car roared away. In no time, it was far out of James sight.

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Middleville city

He shut the door lock, dragged his feet into the well organized living room. The sitting room was what a young man would dream of, it has sofas arranged in an arc form facing a flat screen tv at the end of the room followed by some side stereos. In the middle was a spherical glass table which had a remote and a glass bowl of fruits. At the left wall was a cream curtain while at the right, it was vacant but with only a window vase.

Pat sighed in relief as he sank into the three-seater sofa, his legs placed on the table like a doll, he raised his head at the white concrete ceiling sighting a white luxurious bulb and with a clap of his palms, the bulb brightened up enlightening the room more. He reached for the remote and switched on the tv, the reports made by himself on the latest updates brightened up his face forcing him out of the haziness of intoxication but it wasn't proficient enough. He watched the tv with invalid concentration as hypnos dominated his eyes, he felt his eyes not under his will anymore. It was like they were heavy for him to lift, they deemed obstructing his sight of the news and updates but he could hear few words. Soon he could hardly hear anything, it was like everything was null of sound. Peace dominated him and his eyes blacked out until he couldn't hear, feel nor see anything anymore.

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Milladeckverse

Skyland realm

The pleasuring wind blew over his skin rendering him conscious, he rolled to feel shaggy reactions beneath his skin. Thus, this shuddered his eyes open and at first, it was blur but after numerous attempts, everything became clear. He was astonished and swiftly, he rose on his feet.

The forest was evergreen with abundant unexplainable trees, trees with no leaves but golden fruits, different in sizes and shapes. The ground felt a little rusty and solid covered with what seemed like fog obstructing his view of the ground and what he was stepping on, the sky was serene and void of stellar and astronomical objects, not even the clouds nor the sun could be seen or was present but the land was so bright he couldn't source out the cause of the light. He stared at his shirt, he was still in his suit, white ties but barefooted.

"Where am i?" He asked himself thoughfully.

"Intruder!" Numerous voiced echoed from the woods.

Pat turned listening to the omni-directional voices, it could be heard from every angles of the forest. He could not tell where to run to for everywhere was gloomy and bizarre. VOOM! An arrow flew pass his face and stabbed a tree behind, this brought upon him great fear that he couldn't process himself to run but his leg gave way instead. BANG! A fierce wood jerked him by the head and he stunted forcefully into the air before landing on his face, now in oblivion.

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He felt himself been dragged up heavily and unpleasantly, it was like the pull force was unnatural, pulling with immense strength that almost dislocated his shoulder joint.

He shuddered his eyes open to see these obscured figures before him, he was on his knees, hands tied to his back with a liquid chain that glued his hands together like tapes. He looked at the faces of the men but damn, they looked identical to each other like they were born from the same source. They were all bald, has green eyes and smooth facial features, all dressed in silvery armour with unidentified insignias on their chest plates.

"He's no divine being, he's an imposter." A warrior said.

"I'm not an imposter, i was just lost all the way from middleville. I don't even know how i got here! Where am i?" Pat dashed out questions blabbering like a newbie and with horror in his tone.

"We shall take him to the skyfather at once." Another warrior said ignoring Pat's blabberings and their voices sound alike, almost like it came from the same person.

"Wait! Wait! Wait! The who?" Pat asked but the warrior pushed his thumb on his forehead and suddenly Pat felt a pressure on himself, so pleasuring it drifted him into a sweet dreamy sleep.

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He gasped for air as he opened his eyes wide, he found himself laid on a solid floor partially gold in construct and colour. The walls confining the room were transparent and square in shape, he could see warriors guarding the room like guardians then it took him few minutes to know he was in a prison.

He staggered on his feet but his head felt heavy and aching, he groaned and all he could hear were tiny squealing voices. Veins protruded around his eyes as his eyes turned white with no irises, he yelled in pain but no one paid attentions to him.

"Your body would be drained of life if you stay any longer in this reality stranger." A genteel voice echoed into his ears like a whisper right behind his ears.

With painful head, Pat turned at the figure standing behind him. He knew not how he got into his cell but his presence sure relieved him off his pains and sufferings, he sat on his butt still feeling infinitesimal pains all over his head. The man had a calm look that even made Pat argue with himself if he was a man or a god, he at once even thought he was dead and has gotten to heaven.

The man had white long hair that combined with his heavy beards, white eyes and a left scar on his left eyes, he was in a golden rode that covered his feet from sight, golden brackets and long necklace while in his left hand was an eagle tipped golden rod standing firmly to the ground like a mighty statue.

"Welcome." The man said calmly.

"Who are you?" Pat asked, he couldn't describe the difference between actuality and false. He couldn't believe his imaginations. First, he was in his house and now, Everything just became bizarre to him!

"I'm the skyfather of this reality but you can call me lord Thanis." The man responded "you'll die if you stay long in skyland, your essence is insufficient enough to survive the godwave in this zone."

Pat breath seized a bit, his face as white as snow "what's all this? Where am i?"

"You don't need answers, you need cure." Lord Thanis said, the floor projected numerous white smokes that entwined them both and POOF! As soon as the smoke dispersed, they were nowhere to be found.

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Dimension Primordial

Pat gasped heavily, he has never felt such sustenance. The vicinity was vast and dark with starry features but no astronomical objects, the stars brightened up little of the void space but not entirely. Now, isn't he actually running mad, Pat couldn't tell why he couldn't breathe back on earth but now breathable in space, it was like his life was turning sideways. Negative to be precise.

He floated with Lord Thanis beside him who stood like he was standing on an invisible solid material. Pat had a lot on mind but doesn't know where to start, his brain was beginning to fall apart from the unsustainable pressure and loads, he felt like his entire memory was going to collapse. He couldn't hold it back, the least he could do was hold his struggle to himself and stare at the oblivion in the dimension and back at Lord Thanis.

"Who are You? What am i doing here? Where's this place?" Pat raided questions at Lord Thanis.

"Save that for later, right now we need to know how you got into milladeck." Lord Thanis replied.

"How i got to milladeck? Why? What's happening?" Pat asked again.

"Because only those of high authority can enter my domain, not just nobody or anybody!" Lord Thanis explained casually.

From nothingness present in the void, an infinitesimal light emerged slowly growing in size until it became as tall and big as an average human. Pat dabbed his face with his arm from been blinded by the light and as soon as it died off, it revealed a man even older judging by the look on his wrinkled face.

He has a wrinkled white face, white eyes, pointy nose and soft silk-like hair, he was in a long white rode that stopped at his ankles, his arms were folded behind his back as he floated towards them.

"What a gratifying welcome." The man greeted with a voice equal to thousands of voices booming at once "We meet at last Druidmaster!"

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"What are you talking about grandmaster? The Druidmaster race has been eradicated eons ago! I don't think there's any other means on how another Druidmaster should exist?" Lord thanis explained.

"There's nothing above the will of the ethereal gods?" The man known as the Grandmaster explained. History had it he came from a race of immortal beings bounded by their own will to continue living, at once they were considered the fathers of the universe and knowledge, also known to be older than the universe itself.

Pat who has been listening to their chat finally asked "What are you both talking about?"

"I said you came from the race of guardians born long ago based on the decisions of the ethereal gods." Grandmaster explained "I acknowledged you lacked divine essence which means you're different."

Pat floated in the void seemly lost and void of thoughts, he looked at Lord Thanis and back at the Grandmaster. They were both strange to him, everything was strange to him.

"Elder of magic Magnus siphoned all druidmasters that existed throughout all of timelines and existence." Lord Thanis bursted "druidmasters that would exist, had existed, will exist including those that hasn't, then how's this possible?" He paused "I saw and experienced the birth of time but still couldn't see how this flaw turns out to be beneficial"

"But I saw beyond that skyfather, there are things beyond your perception." Grandmaster said "he's the Druidmaster! The ethereal gods foresaw a great threat to the nexus of reality so they choose another Druidmaster to expel that threat."

"Wait! Who are these ethereal gods, the nexus of reality and how am i linked to all these?" Pat asked with frustrated tone.

Grandmaster turned at him "The ethereal gods are not to be spoken of for little is known about their origin and as for the Druidmasters, they're not champions of the ethereal gods but individuals existing after each rebirth of the universe to be the guardian of the nexus of reality which is the connection to all that exists across the realities and also the center of it all."

Pat stared at them for minutes mutely and scoffed psychologically "I'm out of here." He said.

"You're the Druidmaster Pat Lee." Grandmaster said.

"What?" Pat frowned his face "You're insane." He pointed at them both.

"Your fate is to guard totality not turn against it, you're to guard all of continuity."

"Continuity?" Pat asked.

"You don't believe in the existence of one universe, do you?" Grandmaster asked.

Pat's eyes opened wide in awe, he couldn't believe his ears and eyes, he took a fast gaze at the two strangers "this is unbelievable! This is total trash."

"It won't be any longer." Grandmaster replied.

"What about the ethereal gods?" Pat asked "tell them to find another druid whatever his name is, i'm a reporter not a fighter or a guardian!"

"That's beyond my voicing." Grandmaster responded "but the intelligent proficient part of you is attaining the title Druidmaster."

"Nope! I don't think so."

"You have to."

"And if I don't?" Pat asked acidly.

"It has not been done and will never be, it's who you're that defines you. It's your destiny." Lord Thanis explained.

Pat thought for a couple of seconds, a thought struck him and he asked "once I become the Druidmaster, will i be able to get the hell outta this shit hole?"

Grandmaster nodded positively "as the Druidmaster, you would be able to do anything, achieve anything and be anything."

Pat sighed, rubbing his palms together then said "I'm in."

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Unknown Location

The area was daft, lacking admirable auras. The pace was void with arrogant essences, trapped essences which brightened up the domain with red lights. The ground was not left behind as it was red and stony, filled with red sharp sand and medium mountains. There in the middle of the domain stood a golden door that led nowhere, on the door was an insignia that represents order in arcane language and before the giant door stood a figure dressed in black hood to the ankle, not his face nor his feet could be seen.

The figure went on one knee "master!"

"I called onto you, i know you're the wisest of them all. I need your help." A hoarse voice occurred behind the door.

"What can I do for you master?"

"I've a plan to vanquish the high-warlock and have the nexus of magic under my dominion, with the legerdemain tribunal under my superiority, the universe will fall to my knees." The voice echoed.

"But that'll be after your freedom my leige." The concerned tone of the figure said.

"There you came in, I'll need you to find me the key to my freedom and in return, I'll grant you eternity with peace."

"But that's suicide my Lord, the high-warlock will have me killed. I'm no match for him, I won't last a minute against him."

"Take this, with the gem of negation, no harm shall befall you as long as you are my trusted herald."

The figure stretched out his right palm, then a green beam of light accumulated on his palm materializing into a green energy gem, the gem was smooth but exits strange green energies that seemed sentient in nature.

He clenched onto it feeling it's warmth in his palm "consider it done my lord." He assured.

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Milladeck

Skyland

White smokes dispersed on the foggy land revealing Pat and Lord Thanis. His journey with the strange man really messed up his mind or perhaps enlightened his intellect a lot, he felt a little awkward but also entertaining especially after experiencing the use of supernatural acts he never thought existed.

Pat looked before them, he saw a golden kingdom so tall it's height vanished into the void sky, the walls confining the kingdom were made of golds and some decorative attractive gems that could attract unpleasant thieves. Warriors stood out and above the battlements of the kingdom while some patronized the atmosphere flapping in the sky like angels.

"This is heaven!" Pat muttered flabbergastedly.

Lord Thanis chuckled in his genteel tone and stopped, he faced Pat "This is skyland, realm of the milladeck gods and watchers of the milladeck reality."

"You mean this world is different from the actual world?" Pat asked.

"The milladeck is entirely different from other physical realities, it was created by our mother of creations...the primogenitor." Lord Thanis explained "she birthed me as the first progenitor of this reality and then I created others as my subordinates."

"So you own the skyland?"

"I owned everything within the milladeck universe, although i don't control everything because the stability of this reality is based on the survivability of the godwave and without the progenitors, there won't be the godwave." Lord Thanis corrected.

"Wait! The godwave, you said earlier it was going to kill me, how am I invulnerable to it anymore." Pat thought aloud "or have I become a progenitor like you too?"

Lord Thanis laughed "the godwave is toxic to mortals and you're not mortal, you're an immortal now Pat."

Pat scoffed "So I can't die."

"Technically by lesser weapons, higher weapons or forces would kill you." Lord Thanis broke down words by words "our immortality has ends druidmaster, we sometimes die to give birth to another concepts of our ideas."

"Okay!" Pat thought aloud "how old are you again?" He asked after a long thought, it was obvious the latter knows a lot but how?

"Humph! Old enough to witness the beginning of time.." A smile escaped Lord Thanis lips, he looked back at the horizon " you're now the druidmaster by name but not by wit and powers, the druidmaster name comes with divinity, unassailable powers and courage but to unlock your powers, you'll have to go through a lot."

"By whom? I just wanna get the hell outta here, I've works to attend to." He replied.

"Time in milladeck can be tricky druidmaster, it's hard to describe but believe me...you won't wanna know." Lord Thanis reported which made Pat frown a little in confusion "but before your training starts, why don't you go for a bumpy ride across the multiverse for you to see what lies beyond!"

"Ride?" Pat asked but was cut short.

Lord thanis thud his rod on the foggy ground which made a grumpy sound and the air around Pat squeezed into one singularity forming a wind-composed wormhole beneath Pat's feet. He tried to flee off the spot but he was too late as he suddenly sank into the oblivion beneath the wormhole yelling endlessly.

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The Genesis of Realities

He sank deep into the dept of abyss but never stopped falling, he yelled his heart out but that doesn't stop his fall as he continued falling deep into the endless dept of darkness.

His eyes flashed as he witnessed the dark endless trench coming to an end but suddenly he saw a break of light that spread predominantly dominating over the darkness and oblivion. He saw how the light forced out white light orbs that represents realities across the multiverse. It was like his brain was expanding wide and wider as automatically he could understand it all, he could understand what the simulation meant. It was a flashback to how the multiverse was created.

All from the dept of the first primordial darkness, nothingness and chaos came the break of light that prevailed over the darkness and sent it hiding in the vacuum of unreality. From these break of light came into existence five light orbs representing different multiverses in existence all occupying different lives, entities and concepts. He could see in the midst of the five orbs another bigger orb linked to the other orbs through an energy web-like connection that seems to be the bridge between every existence.

He was still falling but he could see what his purpose was this time, the multiverse doesn't just came to be but existed as the annihilation of the first prime orb which was the first reality. He could see the entirety of totality placed on the palm of a figure he couldn't see but he could only see it palms and the blurry energies surrounding the figure's palms. He could tell what beyondnness was like, totally vast and void...absolute nothingness.

He felt gravity on him but this time, it was pulling him upward back to where he came from. It was like time was actually been reversed in the process but the simulations never seize to exists than at the peak of falling out of reality, he saw something amongst the odd of normality. He saw as the five orbs retreated into the middle orb to form one singularity which even he knew stunned the simulated reality, slowly everything fell into wastes. He watched as everything fall back into darkness and from this darkness came a flaming red triangular symbol confined by a circle, then he knew something was up but he couldn't process what it was.

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Milladeck

Skyland

He landed face down on the foggy ground, he groaned unable to stand up for a minute but after numerous struggles, he finally at first rose on his knees to see Lord Thanis standing just a feet before him.

He breathed heavily "what? What, what did you do to me?"

"What did you see?" Lord Thanis ignored his questions and asked.

"I errr...saw how everything was created...i saw how everything started." Pat explained.

"You saw the genesis of existence." Lord Thanis said.

"I also saw one being, who holds totality in his palms." Pat thought "I couldn't see his face but I could see his palms." He thought aloud.

"That was the originator, the creator of totality." Lord Thanis explained "no one could tell how he came to be because he was God."

"As in, the real antropomorphical God?" Pat asked now standing on his feet breathing heavily.

"He was the only God in existence, the uncontrollable one that plays everything like a controller, writes everything like a writer and even rewrites everything like an editor." Lord Thanis illustrated.

"I saw something else." Pat outbursts.

Lord Thanis raised an eyebrow in awe "What was it you saw?"

"I couldn't tell what or who this symbol was aside the originator but i knew i saw his entrance and even felt his existence in the physical plane like it was real." Pat explained, he paused to understood what he just said. It was unlike of him, it was like he was just knowing things that has to be known, things serene to him.

"What did you see druidmaster?" Lord Thanis brought him back to actuality.

"I saw a triangle...a burning triangle to be precise." He answered.

Lord Thanis felt sick and Pat noticed that, it was obvious on the latter's face.

"What?" Pat asked.

"A burning triangle?" Lord Thanis repeated thoughtfully.

Pat nodded affirmatively.

"That was Baphomet you saw." Lord Thanis explained "an unspeakable being that must not be spoken of."

"Who's he?" Pat asked.

"We must not speak of him," he retaliated and moved on "come with me." He urged after creating a black concentric portal, he walked into it and out of curiosity, Pat followed before it vanished infinitesimally.

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Nexus of realities

The dimension known as the nexus of realities is the middle-point of everything where everything stems from, it's the bridge between every realities and also a cross-dimensional gateway to other realities across the multiverse.

It was void of any stellar, astronomical objects or even the sky. Everything was blank and void almost like the sky was imperceptible.

"I recognised this place, I saw it in the middle of the simulations." Pat said as he reminisced about the middle orb in the midst of the five separated orbs, so this was how it was.

The dimension was vast and plane with red sandy landscape that spread predominantly across the vastness even beyond the trace of sight. In the middle of the domain was a very tall tower, it was so tall it's vanished into the serene void above the dimension, on the tower were encrypted symbols that seemed rather too primitive to illustrate but to Pat, he could translate them.

"The connection to all." He translated after not believing himself.

The tower was surrounded by white clouds that entwined the dark plane tower like snakes, also suspended in the air around the tower were the five light orbs that represents each universes rotating constantly around the tower.

Based on this, Pat could now tell how high the dimensional plane was. It was at the zenith plane superior to few other planes in existence "This is beyond perception, is it?" He asked Lord Thanis.

"Indeed, the nexus of realities is one of the highest plane in existence. Through this plane, you can hold the multiverse in your hands like holding a ball without the aid of your powers." Lord Thanis explained "and it belongs to none than the Druidmaster to watch over. From here, you can see everything across all of existence regardless of the planes or dimensional heights."

"Magnificent." Pat scoffed enthusiastically "concerning this entity, Baphomet. Who's he?" He asked.

Lord Thanis looked at him "we don't know, I don't know!"

"Wait, you said you experienced the beginning of time but then how's this Baphomet a mystery to you?" Pat thought aloud.

"He was said to have existed even before the creation of everything, he was a stranger to us all in the multiverse."

"What?"

"He's not of this reality Pat, he never originated here...he was an intruder." Lord Thanis finalised.

"Where's he now?"

"Believed was locked off our reality by the exteriors with the aid the unity boxes." Lord Thanis said.

"Exteriors? Unity boxes?" Pat felt lost.

"Exteriors were beings also not from out reality Pat, they said themselves to be Gods of their reality before Baphomet destroyed it."

"So Baphomet was an exterior too?" Pat guessed.

"The last exterior." Lord Thanis corrected "They died trying to save our reality but left us with a weapon capable of putting everything under dominion."

"The unity boxes?"

"Yes and it's your sole purpose to guard totality to prevent this from happening, you need to keep our reality safe by all cost." Lord Thanis said.

"What about the ethereal gods?"

"They tried once but failed against Baphomet before the exteriors came to our aid." Lord Thanis replied and Pat was silent, probably lost in thoughts "You need to stop that from happening, but before that, You need to know how to use your powers willingly."

"How?"

"Training, not here but in another dimension."

"Emmm, where exactly?" Pat asked out of patience.

"The legerdemain Tribune." He replied "they'll teach you well there and believe me when I say...you'd be amazed by the abnormality in there." Lord Thanis smiled putting Pat in an obscured but pleasing state which made him force out a calm smile in disguise.