“You mean... we have to seek the Eternal Nothingness itself?”Qoriski felt a piercing chill, not from the Boundary Pen he still gripped tightly, but from the depth of Freza’s words. His eyes widened as he stared at Freza anxiously, as though his friend had just proposed existential suicide.The transparent Pure Domain surrounding them, with its softly rippling patterns of light, seemed to hold its breath, waiting for an answer.Freza nodded slowly, his gaze calm, though there was faint tension at the corner of his lips.The constant purple glow surrounding him pulsed brighter, like a declaration of determination burning in the midst of nothingness.“Yes, Qoriski,” Freza answered, his voice quiet yet heavy with meaning. “That is the only way we can truly understand.”“Understand what? Emptiness?” Qoriski nearly shouted, his voice cracking with disbelief.“We just stood before the Owner of the Chronicle, the being that guards that void! What do you expect from an entity even more ancien

“The zero point of that rejection...” Freza murmured, his voice sounding like the rustling of eternal sand in Qoriski’s ears.He felt the pull of the Boundary Pen growing stronger, carrying him and Qoriski deeper into a darkness that was not merely absent of light, but absent of the very concept of ‘brightness.’Their existence felt like a fragile thread being dragged along an invisible strand that only the Boundary Pen could perceive.“We are approaching the core of the void that ‘chooses,’” Freza continued, his tone filled with awe mingled with fear. “This is where the first ‘debt’ was created. A debt born from a fundamental decision.”Qoriski gripped the Boundary Pen tightly in his hand. Its coldness seeped into him, though it was not a painful cold. It felt more like the chill of an unavoidable certainty. He saw nothing, yet he sensed a presence. A presence far beyond the Ow

“They’re ready...”Freza’s voice was barely audible, like a whisper of wind drifting through the sea of pulsating potential. His eyes were fixed on the silver mist that was beginning to condense. It was no longer merely a mass of random energy. Faint forms were starting to emerge. The foundation of Earth he had woven with the Boundary Pen was finally taking substance.Qoriski stood beside him. The Boundary Pen in Freza’s hand vibrated faintly, like a loyal creature prepared to defend its master. Around them, the Pure Domain danced in more orderly patterns, as though accepting the renewed affirmation of their existence.“They... have already begun to manifest?” Qoriski asked, his voice carrying both awe and unease. He could feel waves of energy coming from the mist, energy that felt familiar, yet somehow new.Freza nodded, his expression grave. “Yes. Malakor is forcing creation, but the ‘boundary lines&

The Boundary Pen felt cold in Freza’s hand, though not with a freezing chill. This time, the coldness resembled the hum of pure energy, the resonance of his newfound understanding. A faint violet glow blended with silver radiance, creating an aura that was calming yet concealed tremendous power. Around him, the Pure Domain danced. The patterns of light that had once been chaotic now moved with greater rhythm and order, as though acknowledging the new authority they carried.“They’re... beginning to form structure,” Freza whispered, his eyes fixed on the silver mist where Earth was slowly taking shape. The silver lines he had woven, the framework of meaning he had carved, had now become a solid foundation. He could feel the essence of new life beginning to bloom there, a promise written into the boundaries he had defined.Qoriski stood beside him, the Boundary Pen in his own hand slightly warm, as though absorbing energy from Freza’s work. He watched in amazement as Freza, the newly aw

"You mean... we have to seek out the Eternal Void itself?"Qoriski’s voice sounded almost unconvinced, echoing weakly amid the resonance of the Pure Domain as it began to churn once more. He stared at Freza, his eyes widening as he noticed the subtle changes in his friend. The violet glow surrounding Freza was now mixed with the pure silver radiance of the Boundary Pen, creating an undefined aura, a power that somehow felt more fundamental, more threatening, than anything they had ever faced before.Freza only nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the dense darkness at the horizon of the Pure Domain. That dark point, once merely a concept of absence, now felt like an opening eye staring directly at them. Its presence was no longer simple observation, but judgment itself."The Eternal Void," Freza answered, his voice calm yet burdened with newfound understanding. "It is not an entity like Malakor, or even the Keeper of the Chronicle. It is the foundation. The point where 'existence' and 'no