1 The New Power
It looked like I was in a black void, not unlike outer space, except there were no stars at all. There was no concept of up or down, left, or right. It was eerily silent. I marched forward.
It didn't take very long before I saw something floating in the middle of the void. It could only be described as a massive bright blue vortex of light that simply floated there in the middle of nothing, folding in on itself while simultaneously expanding outward. All I could do was stare, mesmerized by the beautiful blue glow.
Reaching out to touch it. To my astonishment, my hand melted into the swirl the moment I made physical contact.
"You should not be here, Outsider."
A voice seemed to ring out from all around me. It was as though the void itself was talking to me.
"Um, where am I? One second I was running and all of a sudden I'm here."
"This is the Outside of the World. Humans call it the Root. Some call it Akasha."
"Sure, seriously where am I? I promise I won't report this, I just want to go home."
The voice stayed silent.
"So...can I go back now?"
"You have touched the Swirl of the Root, and yet here you stand unscathed. Any being under the Domain of the Root should have been dissolved as soon as they touched it, but you are still here. A being, regardless of the reality of origin, who has touched the Root and survived cannot be allowed to return to the World."
"...Listen, this isn't funny. I get pulling jokes, but let's just end it here ok?" I tried to talk my way out of this mess. I may have dealt with my fair share of crazy fans and cosplayers, but being kidnapped wasn't something I want to be involved with.
I didn't get a reply, however, I realized this was real when a full army of nameless Counter Guardians, all clad in red and black, suddenly materialized out of nowhere. Some were armed with swords, some had bows, several of them had more modern weaponry like guns, others wielded their magecraft in the name of protecting humanity.
They all stepped forward to eradicate the threat to the world as per their orders, but when they saw me, they seemed to hesitate for whatever reason.
That hesitation was quickly erased as the world snatched the control of the Counter Guardians. The counter guardians could do nothing in the face of the world seeking to eradicate me, an outsider, who by all means shouldn't even exist anymore.
I quickly turned around and began running as the Guardians began their attack. Right now they were nothing but mindless killing machines with no free will. Arrows, bullets, and magecraft, I somehow managed to dodge them all while running as fast as my legs could carry me. I could hear a supercharged arrow flying towards me. Feeling my body move for some unknown reason, only to shit myself as the projectile sailed by me less than a second later
A Counter Guardian wielding a battleax suddenly caught up with me and swung at my neck intending to decapitate me. I quickly ducked but the Guardian grabbed the back of my neck. To my surprise, the man started screaming before he collapsed and died, his body breaking apart into motes of light. Counter Guardians could not die permanently, the Counter Force would just put them back together and send them out again.
Apparently touching someone who touched the root itself was bad for someone's health. There was no other way to explain it, I shouldn't have the strength to harm anyone empowered by the World itself. Clearly, my foreign origin was able to harm beings that spawned from the world.
The Counter Guardians continued to hunt me down, unperturbed by the death of their comrade. I continued to duck and weave as I avoided countless projectiles. On multiple occasions, I literally jumped into the Root to get them off my back, as my pursuers would immediately freeze up and back away whenever they got within a certain distance from the Root.
"You are an abomination that doesn't belong in the World! Stop running and be destroyed!"
"Like hell that's going to happen!" I screamed back at the World as I jumped back inside to dodge another barrage of explosions that would kill any lesser being. The Counter Guardians quickly wizened up to my antics as they began to only use long-ranged attacks to avoid getting close to the Root. Every time I jumped into the Root, it would try to break me down and claim my existence since anything born from Akasha would be absorbed by Akasha the moment they touched it. It was the reason why True Magicians stopped short of touching it even when it was within arms reach since no one knew what would happen if they did.
The only logical conclusion was that since I didn't come from Akasha, I was some sort of eldritch being that defied the laws of the World, as the Root couldn't reclaim someone that didn't spawn from it in the first place.
The chase dissolved into a bizarre game of whack-a-mole, as every time the Counter Guardians fired another round of planet-busting explosions, I would duck into the Root and swim around in the blue light, before emerging from it yet again. I would run a short distance before the Guardians attacked yet again, and the cycle continued as I inched closer and closer to the dark side of Akasha, which was basically the rear end of the Root. Every trip I made into the Root would cause more and more knowledge to bleed into my mind, but I didn't care about the fact that I was currently living the wet dream of all Nasu fans everywhere, but I'm way more concerned about getting away alive and in one piece.
Eventually, I realized that the Counter Guardians seemed to have stopped chasing me as I swam to the surface of the Root, only to pale as I realized that the Throne of Heroes was looming over me. Normally an unobservable place that only existed as a metaphysical presence, my constant leeching of knowledge from the Root allowed me to perceive the Throne with my own two eyes.
"Oh boy." was all I could say as I watched actual Heroic Spirits start to swarm out of the Throne. These weren't small fragments of Heroic Spirits stuffed into a cheap Servant container, these were the actual heroes themselves, free to use whatever Noble Phantasms they wanted as they were unbound by puny class containers with the World itself acting as their Master.
The Heroic Spirits were being used as puppets by the World, and they were blasting me with their Noble Phantasms without any sense of restraint. Fortunately for me, repeatedly swimming around in the Root gave me a sort of instinct to dodge whatever they planned to throw at me.
I was forced to dive into the Root once more as I barely dodged a full-powered Enuma Elish from Gilgamesh, an attack that went far beyond what Gilgamesh could do as a Servant, and would have certainly cleaved apart Heaven and Earth, but fortunately, they were in a black void so there was no such thing as collateral damage. Unfortunately, my clothes didn't survive the incoming shockwave as they were basically erased on the spot, leaving me to run for my life while stark naked.
Swimming around in the blue light of the Root was like diving in the ocean, except the longer you stayed the more knowledge would force its way into your very existence, and anything that originally came from the Root would simply melt away as they were assimilated into the endless sea of knowledge.
"Woah." Apparently, my extended trip into the Root was starting to give me the ability to see individual objects floating in the Origin such as unborn souls, True Magic, the history of dead people whose souls were sent back to the Root upon their deaths, and all mystery and phenomena. But I was more focused on the uncountable number of blue threads currently entering and altering my soul. I felt no pain. I actually, felt great, like being wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day.
Taking a quick look at myself, my very being was generating magic, so much so that I couldn't even comprehend it, just that it was a lot. Using Structural Analysis, a spell that had forced its way into my mind, I learned that I had infinite mana.
I swam back to the surface of the Root, only to see Artoria charging up an Excalibur.
"Excalibur! The golden sword beam shot forward, its immense heat and magical energy would immediately vaporize anything it touched.
"Haaaaaaaaaa!" I pressed against the beam, instinctively drawing upon the mana of the Root itself. Normally a magus would only be able to output a certain amount of magical energy depending on their Magic Circuits, even if they were hooked up to an infinite mana supply. But since I had limitless magic, such things didn't apply to me.
I pressed against the beam with all of my strength until it gave in to my resistance, and I managed to deflect it in a different direction.
"Gandr!"Pointing my hand at the incoming Heroic Spirits and fired. The spell forced itself into my mind, Firing the spell, I felt almost no drain. It took literally no time to prepare as the supercharged Gandr flew towards the Heroic Spirits. Instead of stunning them like I expected it to, it set off a massive explosion.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed as I certainly wasn't expecting a nuclear explosion to result from what's supposed to be a low-level spell.
"Hey, stop using prana! No one gave you permission!"
"No one gave you permission to kill me either!" I yelled out to the World before running off. Slowly but surely, I was reaching the dark side of Akasha. No one had ever made it this far, and going beyond even the Outside of the World was completely uncharted territory.
I had absolutely no qualms about blatantly abusing the power of the Root as I mercilessly spammed nuke-level Gandrs at my pursuers until I finally reached the Boundary of the World. It looked like a gigantic closed black gate that seemed to blend into the black void that was the Outside of the World.
I stopped when I noticed that all of the Heroic Spirits had stopped following me as I reached the Boundary.
"You're not going to stop me?" I asked.
"What's the point? You've essentially absorbed the root's power, what you do beyond this is none of our concern. Congratulations, you are the first being to have ever reached this far. What lays beyond that gate, not even the Root knows. Just know if you try to enter the World again, you won't be getting a peaceful welcome."
"Oh, I don't plan on ever coming back here again. Whatever lies beyond the Gate, would be better than this place. Just watch."
Suddenly my mana flared as it got closer to the Boundary.
I placed my hand on the gate and stood back as it began shaking. Almost immediately my connection to the Root was severed depriving me of my access to infinite magic and most of the knowledge it had. Despite that the amount of mana I had was ridiculous I still strong enough to throw over hundred nuke level Gandr. I pushed the gate the gate but soon my magic was getting drained I look back to see the Counterforce with Heroic Spirits looking at me as if daring me to come back. The silver of wisdom that remained with me told me to trace the 7 heroic spirits into my soul. Pain was coursing through my body unlike anything I ever had .Slowly, the Gate opened up as an alien substance began gushing out from within. It superficially looked like water, but it felt like a liquid and a gas at the same time. It was utterly incomprehensible as it didn't look like ordinary matter at all.
My magic was once again drained but there was still obscene amount left .With a heavy heart, I stepping beyond the Gate.
-Later-
Pain was all I could feel throughout my body. My remaining mana was using the information I gained from the Heroic spirits to create my self a new body. During this an outside force was tearing the magic out me as it was creating my body. After all of this I just blacked out.
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Esther POV
I felt something powerful entering this world for a moment I thought Niklaus daughter was born but no using the New Orleans witches as my eyes and ears I knew that werewolf girl still was pregnant but it was close to the due date. Then what was it , this never been seen before power and where was it. Its presence just disappeared. I looked at the New Orleans witches there were just as confused. What was happening a Tribrid will be soon entering this world and now a new mysterious power appeared.
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Dahlia POV
What was that a premonition? something unique has been born its birth was pulsating with power. I need to find the child before anything the loss of the firstborns of the Mikaelson can quickly be sated by this power. I quickly went to cast a spell to where it was but its magical trace was vanished what was going on.
I screamed my hope was snatched away from yet again. As I used my magic to cause massive amounts of damage to my surroundings.
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Davina POV
What the hell was going the Ancestors were going crazy as if they felt something powerful that scared them. Their emotions were making the magic in New Orleans go out of whack. Soon ,magic was overflooding me. I felt overwhelmed as I collapsed onto the floor. My senses over whelming me
"Davina , My God are you alright? " As I heard Josh running towards me I shook my head to get rid of my blurry eyesight.
"I am Okay now, Josh thanks can you help me up" I asked my best friend as he looked at me with worry.
"What the hell happened to you?" He asked me with worry and sadness which was comforting since my own coven was treating me as an outsider.
"The ancestors they are frightened about something" Thats all I said I have no idea what it was but it must have powerful
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Orphanage Patron POV
I woke up at 6 am as I usually to make sure that always of the kids food and cloth were probably done. Then I went on to clean the orphanage and made sure that the babies in the orphanage were changed and cleaned. Then I went to the front of the orphanage to clean it up. Just as I open the door I heard crying. There was a baby waddled in a black and white blanket. This was getting out of hand there were many new and young mothers that abandon their baby like this. This was almost a cliche.
As I picked the baby up to the take a closer look at the poor forsaken child. The child was a boy with a tuft of sleek white that shone like pure ice. His eyes was the most beautiful things I ever saw it was like purest aspect of the sky.
"Well then Mister welcome to your new home" I said to baby child that started giggling at the sight of me.
