Wizard World:Struggles of dimensions

Chapter 93

93 Gate of truth

Lilith who was hidden inside the cocoon suddenly collapsed turning into minute minuscule fragments fusing with the cocoon. The cocoon sized bundle of malice suddenly started increasing in activity, an activity without rules, just a set of random instinctive and chaotic movements, the chaotic movements soon miraculously began to be infected with a trace of order, the mud starting to bubble and move following a peculiar rhythm as the battle between chaos and order started, ripples like that of waves emerged and in the depths of the cocoon pitch black with no trace of life suddenly a life was born, a single cellular organism emerged from the aftermath of the rapid change between chaos and order in the vast small world that was the black cocoon.

Like a fast forward button had been pushed that single cell rapidly evolved splitting numerously infecting the cocoon with its breath of life, soon they engulfed each other forming cellular groups, differentiating into different parts and then a will was born, no the will was already there just recovered although there was no wisdom it had its own instinctual purposes and actions, the numerous diverse cell groups suddenly received a command swarming together evolving rapidly swallowing the liquid that made up their world, numerous tissues, bones and other organs were rapidly generated as a body rapidly formed, the body seemed to be crystal clear void of impurities as if the most perfect and holy creation but suddenly like an over ripe fruit the body started to irreversibly decay ooze of filth and malice emerging from the previous crystal clear bones and jade marrow.

it seemed that this body was going to fall becoming an ugly unsalvageable entity when suddenly an obscure rune emerged from the body, with the emergence of the rune it was like a rewind button had been pressed, the pollution process that seemed irreversible and unsolvable was suddenly cleared returning to the point of perfection.

The rune was like a gate holding back the flood gates of malice, soon the rune faded not disappearing but turning from material to spiritual lodged into the soul of Lilith, the rune was a culmination of the whole process of her birth, the faith of all beings in the holy grail world, her act of redemption, her rebirth in the cocoon and the immense energy that made up the malice of the whole world all this coupled with her own special nature gave rise to this special rune, one that devoured filth and granted redemption, one that made use of the immense filth to grant Lilith a divine body that could grow, and endowed her with her own divinity although they were very weak because of her low level but they ensured a 100% fit with her.

These characteristics basically ensured that Lilith could just sleep for a few years and become a level 3 creature, becoming a god and the gates of a level 4 existence were basically wide open for her with no bottlenecks whatsoever, the reason most creatures born with divinity tried getting rid of it was because it was not really theirs, it was either born from the special nature of their world or was inherited from other gods which made it hard for those individuals to truly detach and open their own gate of truth but this was not the case in Lilith’s case her divinity was inbred, her own inborn creation so as soon as she reached that level the door would naturally open for her as long as she willed it.

Constantine and the president who were outside watched this scene intently, the miracle of life and evolution and it was not just any life that was gestating inside that cocoon but a divine body, the evolution of the body entranced them both countless concepts and insights generated just watching this scene entranced them, especially the president, this miraculous scene amazed him, he knew that a ritual of this scale and mystery was already in the ranks of Grand Magic and even surpassed it, if it was performed by someone else would naturally propel them into the root branding their ritual in the core of the world.

Looking closer as the rune was born and Lilith transformation was over the president couldn’t help but sigh in amazement, what caught his eye was the rune that was born, as he was privy to watch the scene of its creation the president could figure out some parts of what it meant, the simple rune was the perfect piece of the puzzle, from his point of view the girl’s body was still simply a mass of malice and distortion but the rune was like a polluter, as long as it was present the rune would irreversibly pollute her body holding back the malice giving her a perfect body and the rune was slowly transforming the black mud into divinity, one could say it was slowly redeeming it, the act of redemption as it fulfilled its priesthood much like a normal god would allow it to slowly birth to more divinity and coupled with the huge amount of black mud it meant she would never have to worry about her energy running out no matter what world or plane she found herself in, the only limitation being that she couldn’t use her divinity frequently in a short period time or the black mud sealed would seep out.

“It’s time” Constantine suddenly said, awaking from his thoughts as he admired his work.

His ritual had created such a rune although he didn’t create it personally as it was a natural evolution but the fact remained that it was his actions and designed ritual that led to its birth, although the president could guess some essence of the rune but the core that made it special was still hidden, what was created was basically a rune shaped automatic priesthood that could still grow, it was a way that would allow less talented gods to join the wizard civilization.

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This creation naturally created a bit luck for the wizard civilisation and Constantine, luck which was essential for his change, with a thought the generated luck started igniting, providing fuel for his long awaited process. He started undergoing a miraculous change the shackles from his dealings with demons, hell and abyss started to loosen, the imprint of paradise in his soul slowly breaking, from him the slightest Sulphur smell could no longer be felt the constant gloomy air and pressure that constantly surrounded him was missing soon his transformation seemed to reach a certain point and a loud creak could be heard like that of an ancient door opening, this sound was not audible to lower creatures but for powerhouses who had already passed this stage they were aware of what the sound meant, someone was attaining detachment becoming a level 4 powerhouse a vague door soon appeared with obscure drawings and symbol anyone who stared at it would instantly know its name it was the “gate of truth.