Bloody Manifestation (11)

The White Deificus, consciousness ablaze with a profound understanding of self, navigates the complex corridors of their being with unflinching clarity. Their journey of Metakosmosis, a celestial pilgrimage that surpasses the perimeters of their existence, lingers as an unfinished hymn. Nonetheless, at this fleeting crossroad, the celestial chains of karma, skillfully crafted by the hands of the Evermore, serves as a transient boundary—a delicate equilibrium preserving stability amidst the heady seduction of an unrestrained mental realm.

The indomitable conflict, a storm that once consumed every strand of their existence, has now reached its spectacular zenith. Their defeated adversary lies in ruins, a tribute to their steadfast spirit. The world spirit, Evermore, stands in mute vigil, their mission accomplished. As the echoes of strife gradually fade, the requirement for external support recedes like a gentle breeze, leaving the White Deificus to confront the imminent trials alone.

Soon, the enigmatic fabric of karma, once a comforting cradle providing both direction and constraint, will disentangle. The White Deificus senses the impending liberation, a spectral premonition stirring within their core. They comprehend, with unyielding certainty, that another trial lurks on the horizon—a canvas on which their resilience will be evaluated.

In the intricate orchestration of destiny, the White Deificus stands witness to the ethereal links of karma delicately disengaging from their essence. Much akin to spectral filaments dissolving into the boundless void of the cosmos, they withdraw, leaving behind a slight void that skims the soul's periphery, imbuing it with a deep, lasting resonance.

However, within this shadowy unveiling, a glint of serendipity kindles. Through their synergy with the endless links of Evermore's karma, the White Deificus unearths a rejuvenated comprehension of the physical world, unfurling like a magnificent symphony before their eyes. Far from a mere backdrop for existence, it transmutes into a brilliant tapestry, intricately interwoven with purpose and significance, intimately entangled with the core of creation.

This profound affiliation exposes the clandestine enigmas of the Divinor's voyage, the apex of the Feliths' evolutionary saga. It poses a compelling paradox, as the transformation into a complete Deificus marks a perpetual embrace of karma's complex ballet. It knits one's evolution with the world's, guarding their consciousness against the deceitful allure of false liberty within the limitless province of the mind.

But the supreme rite that calls the Deificus lies in the complete severance of karma's links, rising above the fleeting entanglements to ascend into a realm of flawless purity. This is the manifestation of the Divinor, the transcendent maestro who scripts the harmony of existence, breaching the bonds of all karma.

He stands as an unfinished Deificus, reliant on Evermore's infinite chains of karma, knitting his consciousness into the weave of the world. But now, it cascades into oblivion, its connections severed.

At this critical juncture, it is not simply the lure of the mental plane that summons him, but something infinitely grander. The severance of karma's links morphs into a crucible, an affirmation of his worthiness as a Divinor.

Such fascination it arouses. Despite his nascent existence, he finds himself besieged by daunting adversaries, akin to gods in stature. He currently endures the tumult of his lineage's culminating trial.

The odds are non-existent, solely the challenge of Metakosmosis towards his evolution into a Deificus. Without Evermore's presence, he willingly abandons his physical and astral entities, merging entirely with the spectral immensity of the mental plane.

In the cosmic tapestry that is existence, a ray of solace beams forth from the Causal plane. As though an astral painter gently stroking a canvas of cosmic twilight, it adorns everything it touches with a reassuring glow. Trust in me, it murmurs into the void, the orchestra of the universe will play a harmonious melody.

As the White Deificus submerges deeper into the enigmatic oceans of existence, a growing sense of nothingness, like an insatiable black hole, devours their consciousness. Perspectives are transformed, refracting the world through a prism of surrealism, akin to watching a dance of ghostly apparitions. The cosmic loom on which reality is intricately woven begins to dismantle, leaving behind an intricate pattern of existential queries. Are the physical and astral realms nothing more than a grand stage and celestial backdrops, or is it the cerebral realm where the true essence of existence echoes? What am I, a melody in the cosmic symphony? What divine script dictates my existence?

The great abyss of emptiness echoes, tempting the White Deificus to dive into its profound depths. This is not a void in its conventional sense but rather an echo of primordial silence, pregnant with boundless possibilities. Amidst its limitless expanse, the Deificus explores the labyrinthine corridors of their essence, on a pilgrimage for enlightenment.

As their consciousness plunges into the fathomless depths of the Mental plane, the strings of karma that have orchestrated their existence start to unravel. Like gossamer threads caught in an astral breeze, they untwist and separate, revealing the transient influence of the Ever Force. It is within this desolation that a curious luminescence blooms from the Causal plane, its brilliance cutting through the cosmic night.

This radiant light serves as a North Star in the terra incognita of the mind. Its mission is to ensnare the essence of the Ever Force, pilfering its divine energy and amalgamating it with its celestial luminosity. As the light wraps and enshrouds the fading consciousness of the White Deificus, a metamorphosis ignites. A transformation that is akin to a celestial chrysalis morphing into a silken cocoon of pure, radiant light.

In this safe haven, the White Deificus finds themselves enfolded by the transcendent light, a brilliance birthed from the amalgamation of the purloined Ever Force and the ethereal glow of the Causal plane. The cocoon morphs into a sanctuary for profound metamorphosis, cradling their dwindling consciousness, and shielding it from the omnipresent void.

Set your worries adrift. This is a time for tranquility. Time, a concept once linear, now extends into an eternity within the cocoon, stretching far beyond mortal comprehension. The White Deificus succumbs to a profound slumber, where eons could fleetingly pass like a whisper in the cosmic wind. It is an interlude from the cyclical journey of existence, a retreat promising rejuvenation and enlightenment upon awakening.

As the White Deificus slumbers within the ethereal confines of the cocoon, their psyche evolves remarkably. The cocoon, interwoven with the brilliance of transcendence and infused with the restrictive energy of the Ever Force, serves as a catalyst for profound metamorphosis. It acts as a spiritual crucible, stabilizing and refining their consciousness, moment by moment.

In the silken cocoon, the White Deificus awakens to the infinite power that dwells within the realms of the mind. They recognize the liberation that transcends the intricacies of karma, shedding the constraints of cause and effect. It is an epiphany of the world's genuine essence, an understanding that extends beyond the mirages of the physical and astral realms.

As the profound hibernation prolongs, the White Deificus plunges deeper into the intricate labyrinths of the mental plane, traversing its boundless expanses with rejuvenated discernment and intention. They roam through phantom-like panoramas, confronting reverberations of buried recollections and the materialization of their most profound desires. Visions of unimaginable elegance and wisdom perform a celestial minuet before their shuttered gaze, etching into their evolving consciousness.

In the shelter of the cocoon, the passage of time dissolves into irrelevance, as the White Deificus remains suspended in a serene purgatory. It is a time for introspection, for internal blossoming, for intense metamorphosis. While the cosmos outside maintains its eternal pirouette, within the nurturing confines of the cocoon, the White Deificus undergoes a transformation that transcends the restrictions of time and space.

Thus, they continue to abide, embraced within the spectral cradle of metamorphosis. They yield to the depth of slumber, fortified in the knowledge that their awakening will see them reborn as a fully actualized Deificus, the one who has successfully passed through the trial of Metakosmosis. With their consciousness honed to perfection and their purpose crystallized, they will stride forward into the existential planes, blessed with the capacity to shape the very tapestry of reality.

For the present, they surrender to the cocoon's protective clasp, allowing the cosmic tides to shape their dreams and steer their evolution. In this ageless state, they linger, perched on the brink of infinite potential, awaiting the moment they will emerge from the gentle grip of the cocoon, reborn into a world anew.

The beacon of light from the Causal plane extends its divine assistance, aiding the White Deificus in their voyage through the crucible of Metakosmosis. Its purpose is not just to stabilize the mind, but to elevate it, to raise it to a dimension where it can perceive the essence of existence in its true form. The light stands as a guide and a sentinel, a beacon illuminating the pathway to an undiscovered realm of understanding. For the White Deificus, the expedition is just commencing, and the future heralds an epic cosmic odyssey.

A response, worthy of the radiant elegance of the Causal plane. Yet, in spite of the White Deificus's capacity to sustain consciousness and emerge from their chrysalis, they linger as a mere Deificus. It becomes evident that this solitary state can't break the chains of karma and ascend them to the sphere of a Divinor.

Recognizing this reality, the cryptic illumination residing within the Causal plane unveils its mission. It doesn't aim to directly escort the White Deificus along the path of outstripping karma towards an immediate Divinor status. Such a precipitous transformation would be unsuitable for a neonate entity, still grappling to understand the vast expanse of existence. It clashes with the very core of their being and the purposes of the mysterious White Feliths. Instead, the light's goal is to support the White Deificus in their quest for self-realization via the strenuous trials of Metakosmosis.

Within the vast expanse of consciousness, Evermore reigns as an awe-inspiring entity, an all-encompassing presence that beholds the intricacies of the world. Every event, every occurrence, is meticulously observed with unwavering attention. Recently, however, a fraction of its karma chain was mysteriously stolen by a mystical light from the enigmatic Causal plane. Though this incident raises a slight perturbation within Evermore's being, it is not enough to disturb the entity's indomitable focus. The paramount objective remains steadfast—confronting the adversaries that pose a threat to the very fabric of existence.

Once these adversaries are subdued and their threat dissipates, they will inevitably retreat, their interest waning in this domain. In the tapestry of Evermore's consciousness, the enigmatic figure known as the White Felith, as well as the luminous emanation from the Causal plane, which bestows potential Deificus abilities upon newborn Feliths, do not occupy a significant position. From Evermore's perspective, white Feliths are merely a breed set apart, blessed with a connection to the ethereal light-like entity residing within the enigmatic Causal plane.

The identity and purpose of the white Feliths, as well as the reasons behind the relentless onslaught of Daemons upon their birth, evoke no doubt or inquiry within Evermore's conscious realm. To the all-encompassing entity, such occurrences are transient and ordinary. The enigmatic nature of the Daemons, their manifestations, and the intricate workings of their existence fail to ignite suspicion or curiosity within Evermore's vast vista.

As Evermore prepares to withdraw its consciousness, returning to its core essence, the radiant entity residing within the Causal plane also redirects its attention towards the creation of a luminous cocoon—a sanctuary designed to safeguard the precious consciousness of the White Felith.

In the subterranean depths where the very essence of the White Felith pulsates like an ethereal river of energy, an unseen dweller nestles. This enigma, hidden within a woven masterpiece of golden karma, surpasses the shattered remnants of its grotesque chrysalis. Its scale, an undeniable proclamation of its profound being. This entity, known as the scarlet devil serpent, evades the gaze of Evermore and the light-like entity. Like a cunning, patient predator, it observes with vigilant eyes, ready to strike with lethal intent.

This entity, likely another splinter of the Cocoon Daemon, swathes itself in a complex masquerade. Behind its veil of trickery, it mimics the forms of four majestic creatures: the untamed spirit of the wolf, the regal strength of the tiger, the indomitable grandeur of the lion, and at its heart, the serpentine essence that hides its true nature. While three of its manifestations distract the White Felith, it sheaths its snake form, keeping it for the climactic instant when its devastating blow will be unfurled.

Cosmic irony unfolds as our budding protagonist, the White Felith, confronts this Daemon, an entity appearing as a horde of ferocious beasts—wolves, tigers, and lions. Overflowing with hubris, the Felith perceives itself as the apex of the Freshborn lineage, akin to the mythical dragon of legend. It derides its opponents, comparing them to mere earthbound serpents, unaware of the true serpent lying in wait—a serpent whose venom harbors a darkness far exceeding the confines of their imagination.

Unnoticed by all present transcendent entities, the serpent daemon slithers in obscurity, its identity veiled in mystery. Their attention drawn elsewhere, the perfect moment dawns. The serpent bares its venomous fangs, swift as a lightning strike, leaving a path streaked with malevolent crimson, a testament to its malefic karma. Its relentless assault eradicates all in its path, symbolizing chaos and devastation unleashed upon the canvas of existence.

The onslaught of the red demonic snake is a direct violation of the causal plane's fabric, a violent breach that tears the delicate threads of existence. Like an artist's brush soaked in blood-red paint, strokes of chaos mar the canvas, obscuring the once immaculate tableau. The color red, the symbol of the serpent's karmic bond, denotes the primal force, the original cause that initiates a cascade of effects. The canvas, once the cradle of the White Felith's existence within the Causal plane, now testifies to the clash of primordial forces—a battleground where creation and annihilation intersect, irrevocably altering the intricate tapestry of the cosmos.