Cosmos stares into the orb, smiling as he paces around it. At first glance, it was nothing, the complete absence of magic. A vacuum, and yet beyond the realm of matter. But when one looks closer, it is it's emptiness that defines this hole in reality, it is in nothing that it becomes something. Slowly it expanded, the reality on it's borders collapsing into that infinite nothingness. Through this hole could be seen the worlds that had been forgotten, that no longer existed. Through this void lay nothingness, and yet existence within it. A state of being not defined by such things as space or time, life or death. Not bound by the fragile laws of reality that governed this temporary refuge, a truly ascended form of existence.
"Can you kill him?"
Smiling, Cosmos raised a single hand, as he gripped the very fibers of the universe. "He will not form an obstacle."
"Very well. I will handle Ygdrassil."
Portals opened, and paths separated. The ingredients would be gathered, and the brew would be forged. Where Genocide had failed, Cosmos would succeed - in his own way. There was no point in destroying everything. The Omegans had been useful allies, with great power, but in the end their ideals were merely those of fanatics. To end reality was the act of a fool, why destroy what could be controlled? No, Cosmos would not destroy. He would merely.... ascend.
"Can you kill him?"
Smiling, Cosmos raised a single hand, as he gripped the very fibers of the universe. "He will not form an obstacle."
"Very well. I will handle Ygdrassil."
Portals opened, and paths separated. The ingredients would be gathered, and the brew would be forged. Where Genocide had failed, Cosmos would succeed - in his own way. There was no point in destroying everything. The Omegans had been useful allies, with great power, but in the end their ideals were merely those of fanatics. To end reality was the act of a fool, why destroy what could be controlled? No, Cosmos would not destroy. He would merely.... ascend.