A being that could only be described as godly drifted within a domain that stretched beyond comprehension, a canvas of infinite possibility painted with the hues of non-existence. White hair, like cascading moonlight, flowed around a head of dark, polished skin. Though a bandage obscured their eyes, a sinister grin stretched across their lips, a hint of amusement dancing in the unseen depths. They were clad in a simple, sleeveless monk robe of deep indigo, yet heavy gold chains, thick as a mortal's arm, adorned their muscular frame, an incongruous display of earthly wealth in this cosmic void.
Yamin, as they sometimes considered themself, snapped the fingers of their left hand, the sound echoing through the silent infinity like the birth of a star. A soft chuckle escaped their lips. "Well, that is done. I think… he is ready." They then brought their hands together, fingers interlacing, a posture of profound contemplation. In a voice that resonated with the very fabric of existence, they spoke, not to anyone in particular, but to the silent cosmos. "The dance of creation and destruction, an eternal ballet. Are the Gods, in their infinite wisdom, truly intent on making everything… infinite? Does not the very concept of infinity necessitate an equal and opposite void, a canvas upon which such grandeur can be painted?"
From behind, a ripple disturbed the seamless fabric of the void. A being of pure, incandescent white materialized, their form vaguely humanoid yet radiating an aura of immense power and barely suppressed fury. This was Overwrite, a being whose essence was intertwined with the very act of creation.
"Yamin!" Overwrite's voice boomed, shaking the foundations of the infinite domain. "Were you the one who brought the Corruption Being to life? It is… devouring the essence of the most important things, more especially those I painstakingly crafted! It is utterly infuriating!"
Yamin slowly turned their head, the movement fluid and unsettling despite the implied blindness. "Overwrite. How… pedestrian. What are you doing here?"
"Answer me!" Overwrite's form flickered with barely contained energy.
A low chuckle rumbled from Yamin's chest. "Curious. Before demanding answers, shouldn't you possess a fundamental understanding of the entity you address? Do you truly know… what I am?"
Overwrite's radiant gaze pierced the bandage covering Yamin's eyes as if seeing through to their very core. "You are the embodiment of infinity. The recoil of all action, the perfect neutral point. But we… we are watching you, Yamin. We know of the first time you manifested, the subtle distortions you caused in the nascent narratives of future realities."
Yamin inclined their head slightly. "Don't worry, Overwrite. I have no intention of causing undue… ripples… for now." They paused, a thoughtful expression momentarily replacing the sinister grin.
"And you are mostly right. But there is another facet to my being, one your limited, linear perception struggles to grasp. I am also the condensed version of everything physical, every mote of matter that has ever existed or will exist, all coalesced from the primordial non-existence. Within me lies a complexity you cannot fathom, a universe contained within a single 'being.' And the form you perceive, this… female guise… well, it is merely an observation point, a facet I chose to interact with your limited reality. I prepare to… copy you, in a sense. To become an observer of your chaotic, beautiful tapestry."
"Well," Overwrite said, his voice laced with a grudging acknowledgement, "if you know what I am, then what I said holds a degree of truth. But… it seems that it has found you regardless."
At that moment, the very fabric of space behind Overwrite tore open with a violent, sickening rip. From the jagged maw emerged a being of pure, unadulterated shadow. Its form was fluid and ever-shifting, a vortex of dark energy crackling with malevolence. Tendrils of corrupted essence writhed around it, and an aura of utter annihilation radiated outwards.
Overwrite, with a disconcerting calm that belied the gravity of the situation, conjured a shimmering portal of pure white light behind him. He stepped through, his last words echoing in the void. "Well, Yamin. Seems this is your problem now. Let me see the true extent of your vaunted power. Plus," a hint of a knowing smirk touched his lips, "you have no choice but to engage in eliminating these… threats… if your future plans are to have any hope of fruition. That is, if you even truly grasp the implications of what you've set in motion."
Yamin's sinister grin widened, now imbued with genuine excitement. "Wonderful."
Overwrite vanished, the portal collapsing behind him. As if summoned by his departure, more of the distorted beings ripped through the fabric of reality. They were varied in their forms, some vaguely mimicking creatures of the physical realms, others twisted parodies of divine entities. Each pulsed with dark energy and seemed to possess stolen fragments of abilities, their eyes burning with a predatory hunger. They lunged towards Yamin.
The being of infinity remained cross-legged, unmoving. With a serene expression, they unleashed their first attack, a single, resonant sentence that echoed through the infinite domain: "Incarnation." The word rippled outwards like a shockwave, a fundamental alteration of reality itself. At its crescendo, a single word of power was released: "Havèl." A wave of pure, neutral energy erupted from Yamin, washing over the encroaching horrors. Where it passed, their stolen powers flickered and died, their corrupted forms dissolving into nothingness, leaving only faint wisps of shadow that quickly dissipated.
Yamin's grin returned, sharper and more predatory than before. "Well, well. This is interesting. You dare face the authority of infinity, Yamin? Such… audacity."
Another of the corrupted beings, larger and more grotesque than the others, lunged forward. Its form shimmered, briefly taking on the unmistakable aura of a power stolen from one of Overwrite's creations – a blast of searing divine fire.
With effortless grace, Yamin opened their left palm, facing the attack. A faint symbol, an intricate knot of infinite lines, flickered into existence on their skin. "Nullify." The divine fire struck their palm and vanished without a trace, absorbed into the very fabric of their being. With another, subtle gesture of their hand, Yamin unleashed a different power. "Implode." The remaining corrupted beings twisted inwards upon themselves, their forms collapsing into infinitely small points before winking out of existence.
Silence once again reigned in the void. Yamin, finally alone, turned their head towards the jagged crack in reality through which the beings had emerged. Intrigue flickered across their unseen eyes. "Well now. How did they manage to pierce even this… beta domain?" With another snap of their fingers, the tear in reality mended itself, the swirling colors of the void seamlessly reforming. "No matter. This was merely… version one." With a thought, the entire domain shimmered, its colors subtly shifting, its very essence recalibrating. "Now… we are at version two."
Yamin steepled their fingers, their voice once again taking on a philosophical tone. "The river of causality flows in unpredictable currents. Even the smallest pebble tossed into its waters can create unforeseen ripples. And those who believe themselves masters of the flow often find themselves swept away by the very tides they sought to control." They paused, their unseen gaze seemingly fixed on some distant point in the infinite. "Well. There are others who will also… befall… this scrutiny. Is that not right, distant observers?"