In a time long ago when reality itself shook with the confrontation of the wills of Valkrath and Volkath , what would later be known as the Progenitor War, Nos returned home. He approached the greatest concentration of Valkrath’s will and paused. Still in awe of the great being.
He had existed as a separate being for almost as long as Volkath himself had, but he had finished what he had been “born” to do and it was time to rejoin Valkrath, for he had plumbed the depths of existence and beyond and had returned with an understanding of how Volkath came into being. He had an understanding of existence that had previously been unknown. He knew.
He watched the entities clash, knowing like him they were just pieces of the Will of the Sublime, the will of Valkrath or the will of Volkath. While an individual person would see a conflict of billions of entities, it in truth was only a battle of two.
His moment of reverie over, Nos stepped forward, surrendering any individual will, remerging with Valkrath and Valkrath knew.
The effect was nearly instantaneous as Valkrath achieved enlightenment, those pieces of himself that fought remerged. Volkath responded by refocusing his will as well and what had appeared as a conflict between billions, became in fact what it had always been, a conflict between two. Streaking at each other at unimaginable speed, Volkath could only imagine that the result of this would be the same result that had happened every time previous this had happened. They would collide and try and destroy the other, splintering off pieces of their will to probe for weakness, the other would respond and again the conflict would spread across “What Is.”
What actually happened was beyond Nos’s comprehension. Valkrath and Volkath ascended to some different level of existence in a titanic, violent, expulsion of energy.
Nos knew this, it was the moment he had ended, his functional “death” and a great mystery to him. Of course not existing was no barrier to him. He understood existence in a unique way, ceasing to exist was only a minor obstacle. He had willed himself back into existence before. But it was curious to him that the memory of those events chose now to come flooding back.
Perhaps it was time to seek Selanial out, a piece of the Sublime will sent back to shepherd that which remained, whom had been quiet almost since the beginning.
But Selanial could wait, for now he had an egg to deal with, a godling seeking a path and a stillborn god looking for a purpose.
He looked at the egg and thought fondly of Shara. Her path was still a long one, but this reality, her reality though she herself did not accept ownership of it, was an interesting crucible. The Phaenix Egg was a dangerous gift, a part of her will, given into hands who understood it could be dangerous indeed, but Nos had no desire to harm her.
I accept you offer, Wise One, but I imagine she will have many questions. Shara could feel Nos communicating with the infant Phaenix and then he was gone. Moments later the egg flared mightily and then the shell cracked and split. What was inside was gone as well.
