Nameless Death narrowed his eyes.
"A test. What kind?"
"Fifteen thousand years from now, when the barrier I’ve created lifts, you’ll need to defeat Barbatos. If you manage that, I’ll give you the information you need."
He stared at her, silent for a moment.
’Barbatos... I think I could defeat him even now, if I pushed myself. But that far in the future...’
He looked at the back of his palm, where a number had been tattooed: [15,000].
"This number," he said, "means that at the end of fifteen thousand years, Berserker will have absorbed all the chaos elementals from the Voraka Site. That’ll give him the strength he needs for the final fight."
"Correct," the Supreme of Water replied with a small nod.
"But once the chaos elementals disappear, the Eternals will be able to detect the Ashes hidden there. They’ll come."
"Yes, but not instantly."
He frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"The Eternals aren’t omnipotent, not their ability to detect something at least.
"When the chaos elementals vanish, there’ll be a delay—a single instant—before they sense the Ashes.
"In that moment, you’ll need to defeat Barbatos. Only then will I tell you how to place the Ashes into your Cosmos."
Nameless Death looked at her as if trying to gauge whether she was serious.
"So, you’re telling me I have one instant to win a fight, and only then will you give me the information I need to control the Ashes? Doesn’t that seem a bit... needlessly complicated? The universe is at stake here. It’s not a game."
"One, I don’t care about the universe. Two, this is how you’ll prove to me your Path is strong enough to warrant my interference."
He opened his mouth to argue, but her body suddenly slumped forward.
The glow in her eyes dimmed.
Leonora’s body began to fall, but Nameless Death moved quickly and caught her before she hit the ground.
He looked down at her and then toward the furnace, the flames inside still crackling softly.
"Fifteen thousand years, huh," he murmured to himself. "That’s more than enough time to prepare."
He stepped outside the forge and raised his hand.
"Heavenly Record."
[Yes?] the familiar voice answered.
"If I created multiple Heavenly Records like you, how many of them could I connect to at once?"
There was a long pause.
[...What exactly are you thinking?] the voice sounded stupefied, as if wondering how did he even come up with such thought.
"You’re an independent entity, capable of using Nine-Fold Resonance like me.
"Since you can connect with me, I managed to use Eighteen-Fold Resonance by combining both of our Nine-Fold Resonance," Nameless Death explained.
""So, theoretically, if I made nine Heavenly Records and resonated with all of them, wouldn’t I achieve Eighty-One-Fold Resonance?"
[....Let me check.]
The connection went quiet as the Heavenly Record began calculating.
Nameless Death waited, pacing slowly outside the forge.
He knew the idea was wild.
Creating one Heavenly Record had taken everything he had at the time.
However, now that he knew what his Path was, he would have an easier time creating more Heavenly Records.
He could create infinite number of Heavenly Records given some time.
However, he wouldn’t be able to connect with all of them.
The number he could connect with would depend on his Existence Level.
After a few minutes, the voice returned.
[....I’ve found the answer.]
Nameless Death stopped pacing.
"So? How many can I connect to?"
[Uhm, are you sure about this? It might have some side effects—]
"How many?"
[....Eighty One]
Nameless Death made a quick calculation in his head.
"So with you and me pitching in, I should be able to achieve seven hundred forty-seven-fold Resonance."
[Correct.]
The Heavenly Record sounded resigned, like it had already given up on convincing Nameless Death to follow a more normal path to power.
But to its horror, he wasn’t finished.
"You can use my abilities, so start creating the Heavenly Records.
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