Re: Timeless Apocalypse-Chapter 75: Prime-Sworn Pioneer

The process suddenly seemed to slow down, and Enoch’s body shook, then began to convulse, foam leaking from his lips alongside droplets of blood.

Uriel’s eyes widened.

In nothing but a blink, he found the issue, focusing on Enoch’s core, his spark roaring as he tore past its walls and entered Enoch’s heart realm, laying eyes on his spark.

The process was fast, incomparable to his first time.

There, beside Enoch’s spark, he could see a tiny gem, the gem he’d eaten, seemingly confused and lost in the expanse of Enoch’s heart realm.

’To complete the evolution, the Natal Spark has to... bind? Contract? It has to chain down the gem, and impose its nature onto it, mutating it into its appropriate essence.’

’If the Natal Spark manages to chain it down, the evolution process will become even greater, as the gem will have been once shaped by me, but also shaped again by the spark itself, thus twisting it into the most perfect and efficient evolution possible.’

’So the body and spark evolve, but they also sublimate. It’s a three-layered process.’

His mind burned, an intertwining tapestry fusing together, allowing dozens of trains of thought to flow at once.

’But unless the awakened can commune with Sparks like I can, the Natal Spark won’t be able to naturally bind the gem.’

’So the gem and the spark will enter a state of dissonance, which will collapse the core, and then the spark.’

The solution was as clear as day.

Resonant Dominance.

It’d be a complex process—he’d have to take control of Enoch’s heart, then through him, control his spark, and through his spark, bind the gem, stabilize the core, and successfully complete the evolution.

It’d be hard.

But nothing compared to all that had led to this moment.

...

Uriel’s eyes snapped open, and he returned to his body, a grin plastered across his face. He was heaving, blood spilling from his lips and his chest hurting so much it felt like it had caved in, but he was so excited he didn’t feel any of it.

Enoch’s core stabilised. His spark stabilised.

His body shook, then revved back into action, the evolution continuing, carrying out successfully.

Uriel’s vision began to blur, so he couldn’t properly see what additional changes were happening to Enoch, but he wasn’t worried in the least.

He had succeeded.

[...]

For a brief moment, the system seemed... shaken, holding its breath.

Then, the notifications came.

[You have forged a new [?]!]

[You have achieved a singularity feat!]

[The [?] has been perfected!]

It all fit into one.

The class and path creation method, the gem creation method, the assimilation method, the evolution process—all the methods were perfected, then fused into one coherent path, one method of ascension.

It was refined to a degree Uriel would’ve perhaps never reached even at his peak, but the system didn’t seem to have any qualms as it transformed what he’d created into something wondrous.

Knowledge flooded his mind.

[The Prime-Sworn Path has been created.]

Uriel fell back, collapsing onto his back, a foolish smile still present on his face.

His body had long since reached, then surpassed, its limits.

[You have pleased the Weave!]

[You have satisfied the Weave!]

[You have become a beloved of the Weave!]

<Title Evolved!>

<True Name Evolved!>

<Rewards Evolved!>

<Rewards Granted!>

Uriel fell asleep, satisfied for perhaps the first time in his life.

...

Chaos was on the horizon.

Across all zones and settlements of the dungeon, many diverging paths were forming, plots and schemes brewing, all at once.

Ithurial’s past military and governmental force split, becoming two independent yet allied forces that surged forward and took control of the situation.

Then, the Mercury Clans, of which Enoch’s father was the leader, split off as well, becoming a third behemoth.

Together, the three allied forces took control and rallied humanity under their banner, preparing for the coming fall.

They mainly focused on raising and fielding warriors, but also on safety, hoping to manage the amount of deaths by ensuring each civilian had at least two major evolutions under their belts before the barrier-fall.

It cost them a lot, hundreds upon hundreds of millions across thousands of settlements, but their pockets seemed deeper than any could fathom.

Most ignored this, simply accepting the boons they were given, but a few raised curious brows at it.

Where could they possibly have gotten so much?

And from the shadows, independent groups formed and rose as well, Lirik’s Hounds, for example, and many more that slowly began weaving an underground network.

With the coming changes, tensions rose, and the three allied forces began preparing their growing armies, readying themselves to wage war against the burgeoning independent groups.

In such times, such division could not be allowed.

All would either fall in line, or die.

Across the armies, the soldiers focused more on the upcoming war than they did the barrier-fall, their fears aimed elsewhere entirely.

After Uriel’s advent, the growth of humanity accelerated a thousandfold, rewards flooding into the hands of the awakened, but in turn, many more independent groups formed, chaos erupting as generals went rogue and carved out factions of their own.

These times would be the impetus of their new world, and only the brave and daring could become victors, penning the memory of these days and embellishing their horrors into acts of glory.

None remembered those who fell in line, but those who stood and fought were immortalised as Greats.

And they all wanted to be remembered as Greats.

The tensions were high, nearly spilling over. And then, another notification echoed.

[Dungeon Wide Announcement!]

That famous name appeared again.

[The Prime-Sworn Path has been created!]

Across all Nihil shops, a new thick tome appeared, costing hundreds of millions a copy, holding the truths of Uriel’s path, part of it, at least.

A wave of shock coursed through humanity.

But it wasn’t done.

[The Pioneer Seats of Ithurial have been opened!]

[Uriel Ymir Loom has been crowned as the First Pioneer of Ithurial, inheriting the First Crown!]

[Nine Seats remain!]

A fire erupted across the dungeon.

...

In the skies, a gigantic eagle soared, piercing through the air.

Seated upon its back, a group of youths could be seen travelling across a stretching expanse of sand, a desert of endless heat and scorching air.

Robes wrapped around their bodies, enchanted to protect them from the burning aether in the atmosphere and to hide their scents from any and all predators.

Though they were veiled from head to toe, from the gaps between their robes a few of their features could be seen, and they were nearly identical across the board: dark silver hair and radiant eyes of gold.

At the helm, a young man sat, staring at the notification before him.

"I guess this confirms it." He sighed, turning to one of the youths standing behind him. "Alert the All-Father."

"Tell him we found Hadith’s grandson."